Some years ago, having stepped off an RNZAF C130 at Lyneham, and immediately offered a ride to London where I was to meet someone at Kings Cross, therefore still in uniform with New Zealand shoulder flashes, I stepped into the bar and ordered a pint. I was reaching for payment when a very well-dressed person intervened and paid with a comment in one of those very English accents: "New Zealanders don't buy beer here my boy". Then he walked off! Amazing. The pint wasn't bad though, if a bit warm!
