Happy hours at Base Aerea Gringo were quite good, as Dan says. Until, that is, some tw@t decided to allow the few accompanied officers' wives and kids to attend some happy hours. That didn't half pi$$ off all those stuck in that dump without their own husbands, wives, girlfriends, boyfriends or offspring........
'Twenty five to three' hads some childish ritual involving a carpet upon which they and their hangers-on would stand; however, the wokka mates and girls went one better by inflating a MS26 inside the bar - and then inviting all their mates on board! This left the pointy-heads a bit bewildered as no-one was bothered about their stupid bit of rug!