Whilst a holding officer 17 years ago at a Lincolnshire base (then home to failed AEW aeroplane, now home to more successful AWACS aeroplane) I attended my first "proper" Officers' Mess ball. What an eye opener after Cranwell.
Aside from the sight of drunken blunties puking in the bushes as the aircrew chatted up their girlies, the highlight came during the disco phase.
The DJ put on the Bad Manners version of the can-can and the girlies linked arms and started to dance (drunk blokes just watched). And watch we did when one of the ladies fell out of the top of her dress and jiggled around for a long time, unable to free her (linked) arms and make herself presentable. What was more amazing was that 30 seconds after re-seating her assets, the same thing happened again. Some people are just slow on the uptake, thankfully.
Witness names may be provided if required.
Wiley reminds me of when I was persuaded to invite a friend of a WRAF mate to the ball at the secret Oxfordshire airbase that BEagle knows so well. I drove 15 miles to pick her up, escorted her during the more formal phases of the ball only for her to go missing a little later. A search around the grounds found her "busy" with the brother-in-law of the aforementioned WRAF mate - I left them to it, got myself a bottle of booze and then spent the rest of the evening with a nice young lady who was another "friend of a friend".
Isnīt it nice how the Officer's wives feel it is their duty to provide a ready supply of talent for the single blokes? Ah, happy days!