When some aspect of the Stackers' empire went purple, most of the clothing was looked after by the Pongoes near Bicester, or so we were told.
Into Clothing Stores I went one happy day, at long last having been promoted. "May I have some Sqn Ldr rank braid please?".
"Sorry Sir, nil stock - and the Army can't locate it. It seems there's no demand!" said the civvy.
"Well, it doesn't surprise me that the Army has little demand for Sqn Ldr rank braid, but I do. Can you 'escalate the demand' or whatever you need to do?"
"Certainly, sir - I'll do whatever I can"
Soon after, someone in somewhere like Harrogate waved a magic wand and our friendly local Stackers soon received miles and miles of Sqn Ldr rank braid. The Army computer might have said 'No', but some human knew how to sort it out...
Computers are marvellous when they are used as an assistant, bŁoody awful when allowed to become a master.