FZ, that might have been the time when an officer (and a gentleman) returning to the Mess one Saturday saw a naked lady run through the entrance hall.
Shocked, he was considering how he was going to report this when a naked OC AW was seen following. By now, thoroughly startled, he was considering calling the station commander when who should run naked in the other direction.
He turned about smartly and went for another round of golf.
Or so I have been told.
Same time, the staish allowed the local hunt to take over the entire mess for a hunt ball. We mere livers-in were confined to a scruffs bar in one of the TV rooms.
Or so I remember, especially the monumental headache the next day and the batty, peering under the bathroom door to see if I was OK.