One of the features of "Appointment in London" that sticks in the memory was the background music. There was a rendering of "I don't want to join the Air Force..." slightly muffled, with the words a little bowdlerised. And also another ditty which I never heard anywhere other than in the film .
"...don't wnat to fly and don't want to fight
I've much better things to do in the night..."
Wednesday afternoons at Middleton in the early 50s were sports afternoons, but most of the QFIs were so knackered that we did "Egyptian PT" (On yer backs DOWN! Deep breathing by numbers COMMENCE!). Saturday morning was usually a station parade, but if we were behind with the task, we flew on through the weekend. The routine was flexible. If the met briefing at 0700 was hopeless the Wingco Flying (a mad Irishman) would declare "No flying today. Bar Officer, open the bar!" Woe betide you if you were in the bar on St Patrick's day and the clag lifted. "Fitz" would call for a balbo - "brief on Distress last man airborne's a cissy". He would then lead the balbo over the airfield and at the crucial moment he would roll inverted. With a few whiskies inside him his rolls weren't as accurate as he thought they were, so his Nos 2 & 3 learned to space themselves out a tad.
