A Cpl of the RAF police entered SHQ late one evening and was surprised to find the lights still on in a couple of offices. After further investigation he found OC Admin in the photo-copying room puzzling over the myriad of technological machines and instruments of electronic administration before him. "Evening, Sir, working late are we?" Cpl enquires.
"Er, hello, corporal. Yes, just catching up on some paperwork. Actually I'm glad you're here. Truth is, all this bloody technology is a bit beyond me and I can't seem to get this damn machine to work. Can you help?" Cpl sees chance to impress and steps forward purposefully. "Leave it to me, sir!" as he grabs the dozen or so sheets of paper from the Wg Cdr and leans forward to switch the shredder on at the mains. As he feeds the papers into depths of the shredder the Wg Cdr says, "Well done Cpl, great job. I'll need six copies each of those, thank you."
