The Christmas night out began with social drinking in the scruffs' bar at RAF Peachgrove Officers Mess, with cp13's CS leading the merriment and becoming quite under the influence on beer, black vodka and mothers' ruin before any taxis were even summoned. And so around 40 of the great and the good departed for a meal at Iguana, as well as a few hangers on thrown in for good measure. The obligatory game of chinese whispers was played while we waited for the food to arrive leading to some surprising exposes relating to the nocturnal activities of cp17. Pickford and Fatboy Warwick of cp20 played a splendid game of eat the chocolate cake without the use of eating irons - some would say vastly unprofessional in such an establishment, others declared it inspired merry making. Crossland, the resident pyromaniac was doing things with candles while CS had discovered he could not now maintain the vertical without an orange assistant, as well as infiltrating the cp19 end of the table. cp13, now being the senior course in NZ, led the formalities and gave the loyal toast, Alex adding the Duke of Lancaster in true regimental style. Mark wanted to play round the room without touching the floor but the presence of other restaurant guests was too numerous. A very nice bottle of port was consumed and then it was declared that those who must could and several retired to the terrace for a cigar before the greater circle proceeded on to the Bank for more Pimms, and then a quick look in Outback. The evening continued with the stalwarts of Alex, Mark, Martin (cp19) and Elvis (cp19) being entertained by one or two of the instructers (found in a bar) with stories of debauched goings on at chez intructers... Some people even continued on to Altitude, with the Gill and Jamie, but it was too much for the rest who baled out (KB had done a runner hours before), CS was lost as usual, hopefully to reappear the next morning to go home for Christmas!
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