Some may therefore recall old Joe, the Barman?
When I brought in a new girlfriend one Saturday I sat her at one of those low coffee tables under the overhang and went to the Bar to order our drinks. “I’ll bring them over, Sir.” And so he did, on a silver tray ... and a discreet Hamlet for me, with a whispered “Good luck, Sir.”
And there was Reggie J, the Stn Cdr who everyone “loved” ... a batchelor living in the Stn Cdr’s residence in splendid isolation. It was he who banned brewers’ beer towels/beer mats on the Bar, and advertsing ashtrays. In some respects he was on the right track, but of course we had to pay through Mess funds for anonymous alternatives, and live with a wet bar top!