Deci - been there done that!
'The range - a, she's a-closed'
'Bentley 2, confeerm canopy close-ed'
The inevitable westward movement of the supersonic line.
Enrico's - best greasy spoon cafe ever.
RAF dining room. Dreadful - gave a whole detachment the trots because some grubby little chef came out with it himself and didn't wash his hands...
Getting the Italian SDO in the Quadranazionale (resplendant in best uniform and sash) to 'read the rules' which forbade singing, horseplay etc. Then J** D**R, of Asian extraction, pinching the blokes pistol, emptying all the rounds out onto the floor and then holding it to his own head yelling "No-one moves or the ni**er gets it!" (from 'Blazing Saddles').
Weekends all crowded into a villa to avoid paying Forte's holiday village rate.
Bill R*si* smuggling in his own bottle of scotch and mixing it with water from the swimming pool because he was to mean to buy any mixers.
Crowding round Bill's radio whilst he translated the news from the Malvinas during the war.
Watching the Jag blokes rushing around trying to tart up the Pig and Tape whilst we sat drinking.
Going home the slow way in a '10. Decci - Wildenrath - Bruggen - Brize - bus- Wattisham.......
Seeing the palatial accommmodation the Yank aggressors had whilst we had an utter $hithole to work from.....
Pulling 8g in an F4. Sorry!