Chugalug,
Thanks for the birthday greetings !
I'm afraid our beloved Crewroom in Cyberspace is beyond human aid. It exists in a sort of time-vacuum (like Doctor Who), in which nothing ever changes (the ashtrays are never emptied, and £sd is the currency) and those priviliged to enter therein miraculously regain the age of the happy years of their service. Age does not wither us, nor......
Needless to say, the Barrack Warden would not touch us with a bargepole, for everything therein was scrap or knocked-off. Even a blown light bulb was exchanged with reluctance, and then only provided the dud was identified as service issue. I'm sorry about your loose prong, but a couple of old magazines and a parachute seat cushion (these used to be available in abundance from scrapped 'chutes) should fill the bill. Better yet, nick someone else's armchair in true Service fashion.
Our Nissen hut has the faculty of disappearing altogether at inconvenient times (AOC's visit, say), so it does not offend the sensibilities of over-zealous Wingco (A)s or SWOs. In short it was a sort of Shangri-La, or an Everyman's Garden Shed.
Danny.