I fondly recall one expedition to a Pompey cinema after much lubrication in the company of many villains squeezed into an old Austin 16. We lurched out of Thorney with much hilarity, side swiping many an obstacle en route.
Our presence at the cinema was swiftly terminated by local constabulary when one member failed to hold his liquor from the balcony! With great forethought,our 'Leader' announced that naturally we would return said culprit " to his ship immediately ". No further complications arose and we repaired, again rejoicing, to a favourite hostelry
Imagine our chagrin when finally we staggered back into Thorney Island to discover the whole Master Diversion Station in complete darkness and heard the news that some idiot had severed the main telephone and electrical supplies by knocking over a small concrete pillar adjacent to the main camp road!!
With heads down a final, final was taken by candlelight in the Mess Bar.
Mum has been the word for many a year!