Messes at RAF Muharraq also dished up the ozzie cellulose eggs. When I got lumbered with the messing officer secondary duty for complaining about the food in the officers' mess I used to buy as many eggs as possible before returning from Nizwa (Saiq) detachments. They may have been small, but they tasted like real eggs. Buying prawns in the Bahrain fish market and take-away Samosas for Sunday bar snacks was another supply chain I started.