Anyone here survive the Pharewell party at Wattersham, I think it was spring 92 (those brain cells must have died as a result). A bunch of us came up from RAF Woodbridge. The best party I can barely remember. Things that stick out are the home made bangers the size of Mk-82s flying around the club, the mini races around the HAS's, not sure how many pianos were burned and finally, the Aussie impressing the girls by flossing his huge nose with a condom, oh, and meeting the girl who did the talk downs at Marham and being pleased to see she had the looks to go with that beautiful voice. Anyway, we didn't manage to stagger home until sometime the next morning, needless to say there were more than a few pissed off wives. One of our chaps even got home to find a suitcase sitting out on the front step and the door securly locked.
