OO on BFT at Cranwell and the delights of going up to Waddington to collect signals to deliver to Digby. Digby the f*cking Signals Unit that couldn’t receive its own f*cking signals.
Once it happened 3 times in a single night, plus the usual Cranwell stuff.
And then the looks of disapproval/LMF/not-really-FJ-material when the next morning I had the temerity to ask for a few extra hours of kip as I’d got precisely none the night before.
And all those middle of the night summonses (particularly on a Fri night as all the desk officers clear their desks on a Fri afternoon) to the Comcen to read Priority signals (“can’t read them over the phone to you Sir”) covering such vital stuff as SAC Bloggs fitter’s course being delayed from 4 months hence to 4 months and 1 week hence, and information so essential to the security of the realm that it really had to be sent Priority such as the lack of the correct colour of WRAF tights in the system.
There are some bits of service life I don’t miss.