I lived at Gutersloh from 88 to 93 as a scaley brat, loved every minute of it.
I worked on the Swo's gang in the summer of 89 and had such a laugh, eventually got caught driving the gliding club's beetles in one of our many attempts at skiving. There was always plenty to do in and around Gut, it was a shame when they handed it over to the pongos.