Drinking pink gin in the Wardroom might be thought of as a cushy number
When in Rome ... and you didn't mention the tot. In the 60s, RNAS Brawdy was home to two Hunter T8/GA11 squadrons engaged in advanced flying training, plus a front line AEW squadron. There wasn't much time for lunchtime "sippers", except for those indolent visitors "maintaining" public property, and who had nothing better to do than to generally reinforce the 'Andrew's adverse perception of the Crabs.
There were three back seaters 'pulling' in our jolly boat that day
What, in public! Oviously not career officers schooled in the ways of Lord Trenchard's General List Commissioned Crab. South Cerney has a lot to answer for!