Say what you like about old institutions and all that but doing what I do for a living has made me see a side to society that previously I only ever saw on TV or read about.
OK in the mess you have to wear a suit to dinner unless you are on duty where you can wear uniform. Yet although I usually find this an embuggerance and normally pop out for a post workout chippy run, tonight the menu had a lot of my favourites on. Duck paté, followed by haddock and poached egg and then in the bar followed a thoroughly interesting conversation over several pints of theakstons, brandy and port sat around in an old mess with antique leather chairs putting the world to rights.
Say what you will about the so-called 'high life' there is a certain magic to stimulating conversation between friends with common values and differing ideas without the interference of TV, radio or internet.
All that was missing was an open fire, my smoking pipe and a good single malt
