When "Pay 2000" was a concept, rather than an instruction fed into the JPA uber-server.......suffixed by "and fcuk the rest of them"
...when you earned your B-cat route by getting your checker gubbed and laid...
...(female) batties that brought you hangover-strength coffee on a saturday morning...and offered 'sympathetic relief' if you hadn't pulled the night before...
...dining-in night shenanigans, when the (blue-suit) mess manger would encourage or even help you set up the flour-bombs/trip wires/top-table spray-pipe/exploding plants, rather than today's (civvy) variety that invariably try to hinder such practices...
...bosses that
instigated or
ordered piano-burning, instead of vetoing same...
...Stn Cdrs that could see the funny side of finding their car upside-down in their parking slot...
...Spraying a fine mist of water under the locked door of your mate's room whilst he is on leave, then using the 'blow' end of the cleaning-cupboard hoover to deliver generous helping of cress seeds all over his carpet...
...when presenting yourself and cheque-book to (smirking) mess manager was more than enough to atone for the above, rather than yourself and hat to (irate) PMC...
...when using ingenious and hastily constructed straw contraption to 'steal' beer from the mess bar pumps after the shutters had come down for the night (with full intention of reimbursement the following Monday)
didn't lead to lengthy and probing RAFP inquiry...
Them were the days...
