A few more memory stirrers:
The Swamp Donkeys Rugby Team - memorable punch ups against local sides intent on seeking revenge on the English contingent. Travelling on the ferry to the Lerwick 7s was also an experience.
Gp Capt Mike S's awful Buchan tartan trousers.
The happy hour when Norman the Storeman was dragged off to his room by a highly sexually aroused 'Newcy' Brown but left his (ground floor) curtains open. A small crowd, armed with decent malts formed in the mess garden to cheer him on as he attempted to fend her off.
The notorious families club, which was once closed down due to the alleged brothel incidents. Before my time, but wasn't OC GD Flt unmasked as the 'Madame'?
Lock ins in The Grange (the only pub with real ale).
Danny and the gorilla suit. After being molested by a certain frightening female cpl for the night, he innocently strolled back to the officers' mess from the WRAF Block in his fancy dress gear. Right past the bus taking the day shift to work.
Playing cricket in the fog. 'Borrowing' Brooksy's sit down lawn mower to cut the outfield when the sports maintenance budget was cut.
Unveiling Max's knackered Mini as the mystery prize at the Christmas Draw.
Coming off Q shifts and straight to the pubs in Aberdeen with Maccers (never again).
Yes we did have fun (at times) up there, but this was due to the siege mentality and what a terrible place to live! My liver has just about recovered and I left some time ago! Thank God for EasyJet and the BA military discount.