On a recent visit to Colchester I popped in to the Rose and Crown for supper. Being dressed casually in country rig, wearing a rather smart North Countrymans Club tie, I was horrified to find that most of the other clientele wore ghastly combinations of t-shirts, shorts, low-arsed jeans, trainers and flip-flops, sporting garish tattoos and seemingly wedded to their mobile phones. Language consisted mostly of foul invective interspersed with but, bruv, innit, wicked and like. Now Im not a snob but its not particularly pleasant mixing with these people, a reality made worse by my suspicion that some of them were soldiers. And, as I supped my best bitter, I had a thought should we reintroduce Out of Bounds protocols? In simple terms, certain establishments would be made OOB to soldiers and some to officers. This would allow both sorts to enjoy themselves with people of similar taste, style and intelligence, separating out the burger and kebab mob from the tapas and wine brigade. Although it would mean that the reputation and ambience of some establishments would inevitably decline, this would be balanced off by an exponential increase in quality in others. Additionally, it would allow CIVPOL and RMP to target those establishments where the need was greatest, thereby freeing up valuable policing resource, and exert a pull influence on the civilian population as they would naturally gravitate to those establishments that best-suited their place in life. Win-win all round really. Toying with this vexatious issue kept me awake for most of the night, hence this early morning post. So incensed am I by this experience that my next task is to pen a rather terse note to the Garrison Commander. Watch and shoot, watch and shoot!