I remember in 72/73 the local constabulary getting all cocky when the lead up to Independence was in the air.
Gave a few lads from a couple of ships a good kicking for little or no reason. When they reported facts on-board no one wanted to know.
BUT...After operation Deep Furrow we went back in with the Norfolk and Hampshire, and the ward room stepped ashore to celebrate the birthday's of a few pig's and three of them got the shite kicked out of them.
The CID arrived from Scotland Yard along with the SIB and there was one mother of an enquiry with Maltese filth being arrested and cautioned.
But there was never any class distinction in the Navy. Oh look the tooth fairy.......

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EDIT..Spidiver if you read this ask your brother and his oppo about this, they will remember it as one of his mates had his front teeth kicked into his gums and lived on scrambled egg for weeks. Jan Peters I think his name was, an RP.