Yeah I remember the GODs fondly when nobody had a camera.
We were regularly part of BOAC parties in the outports - they liked us colonials! Scarpering around in the nuddy was more or less SOPS as was the ensuing hangover!!
The customary ending at checkout was the hotel duty manager presenting all the participants with a bill for the damage and accepting their cheque. All was then forgotten.
If you're thinking about the "Curtain Letter" WG, I'll try to find it and post it here. Bloody brilliant!!