Beagle/Wholigan/Pontious, I was at Coningsby in 1981, and you've got the right staish. I worked in Ops during one (of the trillions) of exercises which were pulled on Sunday nights, and we had to bail out to standby Ops. You haven't lived till you've seen a furious CO being helped over a sandbag wall by OC Ops, holding his hand like a big girl, clinging on to his smart leather brown hide briefcase, senior execs for the use of, for dear life. At least he didn't ladder his tights. We laughed ourselves sick.
Was also there during the bumper cars episode.
Cornish-stormrider, I'm happily retired, the only thing I land these days is my empty glass on the bar (of one of the three pubs within walking distance of my house) for a refill. Off for a wander up town now, and some refreshments.