I was missed off the list once. I was only a couple of months out of Brats and still working in the Gin Palace. As I came out of the crew room moaning loudly, I passed the Electrical Engineering Squadron Warrant Officer's office. A formidable chap called Ben Travers. Even the SWO was terrified of him. He called me into the office and told me I'd be put on a 'casual' at SHQ the following day. "But Sir!" said I, "Tonight's knicker ripping night at Spitalgate and I've got no money!" (Spitalgate was the WRAF basic training camp just outside Grantham. They had a dance every fortnight, known throughout No. 1 Group Bomber Command as "Knicker Ripping Night.")
He gave me a fiver.
Scarey guy, but a top bloke.
Now that's what I call a Divisional Officer....