Party Animal
9th Feb 2007, 09:10
Okay, so they say never start a conversation with an apology BUT apologies to those who thought this was going to be another verbal attack on the state of the RAF by some bitter and twisted (and tired) aviator who is leaving the sinking ship for pastures new. I'm not quite there yet, but I am posted soon and as is usual in these circumstances, I will be asked to stand up and deliver a leaving speech - no doubt with a beer in my right hand and a whisky in the left.
So the reason for this thread... very many years ago during my very first Dining In night, a rather worn spec aircrew mate found himself in a similar position. He told a great story that I really can't remember but it went along the lines of a bird of prey snatched a mouse from a field but dropped it into a pile of manure as it was trying to fly back to the nest (stick with me). Something like a fox then helped the dazed mouse - I can't remember how and some other fluffy animal that you thought would be friendly to the mouse actually stitched it up. Honestly, I've not been on the wacky baccy. The moral of the story was that individual relationships at work are not always what they seem. There are the guys at work that everyone thinks are great but in reality are knifing everyone in the back and there are those who no-one really cares for but stand by you in times of need.
I now find myself wishing to tell the same story as it fits perfectly for my current tour. Can anyone help me with the original? It was 1984 when I heard it and I've not heard the story since but the moral has remained with me to this day. I could also be significantly wrong with the animals but maybe someone out there knows where I'm coming from?
Cheers,
PA
So the reason for this thread... very many years ago during my very first Dining In night, a rather worn spec aircrew mate found himself in a similar position. He told a great story that I really can't remember but it went along the lines of a bird of prey snatched a mouse from a field but dropped it into a pile of manure as it was trying to fly back to the nest (stick with me). Something like a fox then helped the dazed mouse - I can't remember how and some other fluffy animal that you thought would be friendly to the mouse actually stitched it up. Honestly, I've not been on the wacky baccy. The moral of the story was that individual relationships at work are not always what they seem. There are the guys at work that everyone thinks are great but in reality are knifing everyone in the back and there are those who no-one really cares for but stand by you in times of need.
I now find myself wishing to tell the same story as it fits perfectly for my current tour. Can anyone help me with the original? It was 1984 when I heard it and I've not heard the story since but the moral has remained with me to this day. I could also be significantly wrong with the animals but maybe someone out there knows where I'm coming from?
Cheers,
PA