Dined a fella out of the Mess one night and had the Mess hot plate done up as a fish and chip shop! Staff in white coats and hats,Old newspapers the salt and vinegar stuff all there and you had to go in and order your food duly served in newspaper with the little wooden forks, Baby beets, pickled eggs,onions. great theme and the banter was going from the start.
I think that about wraps it up, all good sound choices. I once did a farewell dinner as PMC for a departing OC. Luckily I had a mate in Scotland whose wife was one of the Queen Mums ghillies or whatever they are called. A quick call to Jockland (the far, far North) and a few days later I had a call from Red Star parcels at Sittingbourne station "could I come and pick up a dead deer wrapped in sacking?" I arrived with me van and the fkn beastie was laying on the platform and it was HUGE and complete with antlers, so drove it to Chatenden with its head and antlers sticking out of the back doors of me van. The master chef took charge and the beast was soon in bits and marinading in a secret recipe of Cheeerist knows what. The resulting dining out was superb, but by ferk fish n chips would have been much simpler.