When I was a singly living in the block, (85-96) one of the things that never ceased to amaze me, was the levels of stinginess them beansteling pads could stoop to. Every time you went to the toilet you'd catch one nicking the bog roll. There was a Sally army wagon used to turn up at the wagon park at 0930 every morning selling brews. This pad used to turn up with his own cup with a teabag in it and ask the Sally bash man for some hot water. I'd be interested to hear if this particular army tradition has been continued and/or expanded!!!