One vivid memory of RAFG was in the bunker at Laarbruch in the mid 70s where I was an Ops bod. The night shift was deadly but a safari bed and green maggot whiled away the dark hours. Nobody could get in after all. There were 2 key holders for the safe, the other being the airman on the "floor". O.C. WRAF decided that it being a non sleeping shift, here gels could work nights. At Oh Christ hundred the teleprinter leapt into life. I reached out to the console and said "Keys to the bridge" and rolled out of bed. "Sh!t there's a Wraf on duty" so pulling my trousers on I got to the safe. A delightfully dishevelled young lady arrived up the stairs with the key nestling in the cleavage of a shell pink bra I recall, just as the 2ATAF Taceval team and the Staish burst though the office door.
"We will observe the Station Call Out then retire while your staff regain their decorum" said Wg Cdr La T*****. the team leader. The Staish gave me the death stare. Often wondered why my career stagnated.