And what's all this 'November' stuff? The true 'Feast of the Passover' began at midnight on New Year's Eve, when the stn cdr pinned the list to the mess notice board and no one, but no one, had been told in advance. Thus the New Year started not to the strains of Auld Lang Syne but generally to cries of 'What, HIM?' and, if you were lucky, said stn cdr producing new rank slides from his pockets for some of one's friends who were suddenly inspired to push the boat out until January 2nd. Happy 60s days. People today don't know how to live...