This was back in 1966 at Maida Barracks. Locker could go out of window, so could bed block, come to attention on manky razor, chase your mug if it wasn't clean...oh, and don't forget the 'regimental scrubbing' for unfortunates with really heaving personal cleanliness. All good clean (and I mean clean) fun. We thought it was part of selection, if you couldn't hack that, you walked. I still do all my own ironing, (all A4 size), my wife apparently still doesn't have the skill.From what I have been told, locker trashing was binned years ago.