Before this degenerates into P Vs N war of words, I would just like to say that my time at RAF Finningley provided me with some life shaping experiences and some unanswered questions:
My first night out in Doncaster included the Miss Labatts String T Shirt Competition at Seventh Heaven. I was 19, she was grateful in the morning.
Is it true that Bachhus was burnt down?
Why were there more people on the streets at night than during the day?
Why did the women not freeze during the winter bearing in mind how little they wore?
How come I never won 'Pull the Pig' even though I ended up with the 'I don't fancy yours much' lass?