Well, if I may continue to digress, there was the occasion when a group of us took a newly-arrived chap from 45 Sqn to Bugis Street for his first night out. He had been cautioned in detail about looking after his valuables. As soon as we parked, we were surrounded by a bunch of the local lasses. He held on to his valuables, they grabbed hold of his other valuables, and in the blink of an eye ... we had to buy him food and drink for the rest of the evening. Fortunately his F1250 was in a different location.
There was a strange morality down there. Our group always used the same little makan place (Hi, Mick, if you're still around). We got known to the local crew, including assorted Shims, and were not seen as potential clients. But 'Christine' occasionally sat and joined us for a chat, and even stood his own round of beers. Funny old place!