Thread drift, but:
Reference to Red Flag and the Desert Inn reminds me of a round of golf played there in late '79 on a night Red Flag designated for budgetary reasons Red Flag 80/1. We changed into appropriate kit in the locker room and the attendant said he would shine our shoes, with the exception of my splendidly scuffed Hush Puppies, which he deemed beyond redemption. Our captain, a distinguished rifleman from Belfast, drove off and sliced into some very upmarket real estate. For the next few days we lived in fear of local headlines saying "Plastic surgeon killed by errant golf shot - small British golf ball found near body". Presumably Statute of Limitations now applies.