In Singapore in 1953, mother in the Army -father, a NAAFI inpector. It was very much Raffles Bar, white cocktail jackets and daquiris and a good time was had by all. father pursued mother until she gave in when a friend persuaded her that the only way to get rid of the annoyng oik was to go on a date. The rest is history. Last year was their 50th wedding anniversary and I collated as much information as I could and presented it to them in an aniversary album. Among the classic photos was one of my father in full evening dress, with his trouser legs rolled up to the knee, trying to eat what appear to be a hot cross bun on a piece of string. His fellow competitors in this bizarre contest included the Adjutant General and, my father reckons THE Bill Bailey (who owned a bar there). No wonder his wfe wanted him to come home.