Ah, good old THOM! Had to stay there for the first bit of BFT before rooms became available in York House. Returning there after YHOM happy hour one Friday evening, met by some crusty old Sqn Ldr in the reception who wanted to know why we didn’t attend happy hour in THOM, as “it is, after all, your mess”. “can we wear our flying suits then?”, “oh no, absolutely not”.
Think you may have your answer, sir.
And being chewed out for not wearing a tie to dinner at the weekend. When mess rules expressly said it wasn’t necessary. And then getting even redder and grumpier when I brought him the Mess Rules from the foyer to show him when he wouldn’t back down.