There we were, mid 70's at the high altitude pursuit ship base in north Lincs on QRA. Scrambled we did at 2am in the middle of winter. Aircraft lands, crew go to sleep. We refuel at about -10 deg C and then put the aircraft to bed and then we go to sleep. As duty boss, normally get up and make sure the aircraft are ok and all is well. Going into the Q shed I am now up to my ankles ( maybe slight exageration) with fuel. Because of the heat in the Q shed, our baby had started venting fuel everywhere!! Now we have 2 inches of fuel in the shed and my thoughts were "S**T, please do not scramble as we would have the Q shed in re-heat!!!" Luckily the reds did not invade our airspace, and we swept the shed (very clean floor by this time) and the jockeys slept through it all !!! Happy days.