Quick dit about trops... I had reason to be wearing trops, and for various reasons, it was all ‘normal’ at the time, I wearing a pair of KSBs. (Karrimor Sport Boots, the green and grey ones from (25??? years ago!)) and no rank tabs, no stable belt or on this particular day beret. I had cause to eat in a service mess, if I remember correctly, RAF St Mawgan. They ******* loved me, thought I was Them, and treated me like the Demi-god I am. An awesome and rewarding few moments of attention from a captive audience. The WRAF were dribbling at the gash, even the PTIs were impressed... and then equally abruptly I left. I like to think that the girls are still rubbing themselves as they think of me now, many years later, and what might have been...