On one occasion, I was about to have a charge read. It was the Friday before a long weekend and I really wanted to go to Ayia Napa with the boys - jankers would have scuppered that and wreaked havoc with my social diary which, at the time, was revolving around a particular PMRAFNS who had just got posted into TPMH. The flt sgt told me not to leave the sqn compound and wait around for the flt cdr to hear the charge. Luckily, the sqn bar was in the compound and when we were eventually stood down, I calculated I could discretely join the flt in the bar for a few Keos whilst not falling foul of his order.
The delicious nectar was about to pass my lips and with it, I started to compose a plausible case for a stay of justice as I felt I would be incapable of defending myself due to the undoubted effects of akhol ("Would you like to make a statement, you gopping airman?" "Yesh shirr, I like peas and gravy"). As the bottle passed the horizontal, a beefy hand snatched it from me. Scuppered! By the man who told me I was too ugly for QCS, he actually put that on my assessments - these days, I could probably sue him. He also arranged for me to get an extra few days sweeping the road from sqn compound to the picquet post in body armour and tin helmet.
Second best Flt Sgt I had!