Standing guard at Khormaksar when a shooting match was going on and the issued 5 x .303 rounds could be taken out of the brass cartridge 'cos they'd been passed around that often (and no, there wasn't any propellent in them!)
Being forcibly told to "!!!! off, you've done enough" after 36 hours straight administering the families/stranded tourists as they arrived back at Brize after the Cyprus invasion.
Bumming a lift for a 'look see' at Marham in Finningley's station Anson (and marvelling at the Beagle that replaced it)