Oh....yes....and Bridge Night.
You should have shared a house with the Major where we had a wooden rack to store our Serviettes....and please never set the Table American Style as that is just not on, Dear Boy!
Many fond memories of entering the House after the end of the Day to be asked by the Major's Batman (and supposedly the House Steward/Cook)....."What for Dinner?".
Fond memories of seeing that smug little bastard peeking out between the Bars of the Jail Cell on Christmas Day after he copped one attitude too many. (The Batman!) although that description could apply to both.
I guess life in a British Army Officers Mess must leave a firm imprint.
Bristow was always a lot more fun when the RAF and Royal Navy ran the place.