The only time I ever recall my dad being 'the worse for wear' was when he visited all the messes at KL on his leaving do.
When we arrived in KL in January 1956, we lived in a letting some distance from the Camp. I really liked it. I used to be transported in an Army truck to school, which was on an Army Camp known as Batu Cantonment.
When we eventually moved on to the R.A.F. Camp, I had a clear line of sight of the runway from the garden of the MQ, which was on the hill side above it. Saturdays in 1958 provided the highlight of the week. The scheduled passenger aircraft included a Bristol Britannia. I can smell the intoxicating perfume of its engines now.