Late '70s, old Shack mate and I were posted to the same Nimrod course. He was a Dom Staff Pilot at Finningley, whilst I was a JP QFI at Linton - not a million miles away. He rang me and suggested that we should both go to St Mawgan and sort out our MQs.
So, three days later, Dom arrives at Linton, I climb on board, we have lunch at Sun Station South, and I am back in the bar at Linton in time for a Samuel Smith's or twain.
OC Flying had been asking who was the VIP he didn't know about. When he discovered that said 'VIP' was a Flight Lieutenant on his staff, he laughed and bought me a pint!