I've got a good mate who's ex-REME, he's a Suez vet and an all round good egg. But he has a problem. It's drink. Not that he drinks to excess, he's a normal bloke in that respect, but in his dotage he's been known to mix the weirdest subtstances just to get a buzz. Not content with a Guinnesss with CremÃ© de Menthe top or Van Ãsten and Ribena, his latest trick was a blinder. A friend was in Rome for the trouncing of the Wops the other week and asked if he'd like some Eyetie booze. "Just some sort of liqueur please." Not a diffcult mission, but the friend was of the distaff persuasion and would by anything in a 'pretty bottle.' Result was she pitched back with three strange bottles and he hoe'd into them with REME abandon. His kids wondered what it was he was throwing down, especially the deep crimson stuff he preferred as it had a weird picture of a cake on the label. "This is bloody ace !" he bellowed from his chair as daughter #1 was looking the stuff up on Google. "You want to try this, the Eyeties can actually make some decent booze !" - "Is that really good Dad ?" - "Nectar !" he said as he poured his fourth (large) glass, "I'm going to order more of this, Mussolini's got something right at last !" - "Glad you like it Dad, what do you think it's made of ?" - "Buggered if I know, but it's strong." - "Aye Dad, food colouring often feels like it's burning your throat..." Now I understand a bladdered eighteen year old squaddie pouring anything from a bottle down his Greg, but fifty years on ? Is this army wide or just REME ?