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)