Pen Club aka whatever it is called now...
AI R
Hello and maybe. Visited a number of times in the 'ole Grey Lady between '84 and '88.
The welcome brief (every time) from the plod i.e. it's not here...
Desert boots (personaly purchased but accepted as official footware)
Waking up in a DEEP storm drain complete with a Charlie hangover.
Brandy Sour's to die for.
Best haircut I've ever had from the guy by the SWO's office.
Button bay booze up's.
Ski Cub booze up's.
F4J-UK's having a bad time trying to get their radar gunsights right.
Bouncing monsoons.
Victors using ALL the runway even with brake chutes.
'Charlie' Chan not quite making it back.
The 'Blue Lagoon' LWB series Land Rover.
Quiet and later, not so quiet nights in Limassol.
Weekends at Aia Nappa (Oh, yes).
Convincing the Army MP that it was quite all right for me to ride a motorbike in the SBA without a helmet as I was an employee of BT.
Tatty Ton dropping the targets with no holes on the runway (re the F4 comment above).
Chit Chats that only complained when you stood on them.
Goats milk.
Cypriot taxi drivers from Hell.
Best steaks I have ever eaten.
Best fish meze's I have ever eaten.
The coke machines that never quite ran out no matter how much you drank.
The 'it's not here' doing circuits and bumps, and its chase vehicle.
The various parties.
And, of course, the quiet nights in the Pen Club.
The guys coming into work the following morning with 'fan rash' on their foreheads.
The one night when a guy from VASS came in with three girls. Thought he was on a winner. Laughed too loud too often, and got too pi$$ed. As the night went on the girls found other company. He was not a happy bunny. Think he had a fight instead.
Yeh, I remember the Pen Club.
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