I don't have any memories of the food in the mess at Akrotiri but I do remember sitting there having lunch with our crew one day. Our captain was the squadron boss, a rather stiffish character, who later made 4*. All of a sudden his cold eye fell upon a group of three sitting at a nearby table in flying suits, with long hair curling over their collars. Hair length was one of his things, and he was rising from his seat to go and administer a bollocking on the subject of hair length and flying suits in the mess, when one of our number quietly pointed out that they were the civilian crew of one of the target towing Canberras from FRADU at Yeovilton. I wished that he had gone across and administered his bollocking - it would have been a great scene to observe.