BEagle. Funnily enough, I was just remembering the banality of marching smartly in blue tracksuit with trilby or similar on the way up to rugby training, and the thrill of trying to make it back to the Junior Mess in darkness whilst risking being hatless. Always failed - the hat-sensing SNCOs could spot a bare head at half a mile, even in fog! I can still remember overhearing a local in Sleaford saying to his mate "Yer, there goes one of them Nit-hats!" Summed it up very succinctly.