My first line chief, now sadly departed was one of those characters that the mob seemed to be full of in the 70's. He wasn't in the habit of wearing a tie in the mess which used to get him into all sorts of trouble with the PMC. In the end he was banned for a month and told that he must on no account turn up again to the PMC's mess without wearing a tie. The month up, J*** turned up and strolled into the bar wearing a tie...and nothing else. They don't make 'em like that anymore.
Same unit in deepest Lincolnshire. One of our techy Sgts broke his leg and was in a cast for the required amount of time. On having the cast cut off and being declared fit for service use he decided a few beers in the mess were in order. Feeling in the mood for singing he stood on a bar stool, promptly fell off and...broke his leg.