At the RAF Regiment Depot the loyal toast was (and still is, I assume) "The Queen, our Air Commodore in Chief". As a callow youth I was Mr Vice at a dining in night. The PMC, who was a Sec branch squadron leader disapproved of this tradition and before dinner informed me that the toast was to be the standard "Gentlemen, The Queen". Like an obedient PO I duly followed his orders, at which point scores of pairs of eyes looked daggers at me, and everyone repeated the traditional Regiment toast. My explanation that I was acting under orders was accepted, and I heard that the PMC received an enormous bollocking from the Commandant the following morning.
Dont ever try to mess with tradition!