Before budget cuts and anti fun patrols destroyed Red Flag I managed to be a liney on the gleaming grey dart of death one man one fan....... Anyway, great morale on the Sqn at the time and an excellent rapport between ourselves and the crews until one fateful night in New YorkNew York casino.
The RAF's finest were most definitely hogging all the talent (it does help having the I am a pilot chat-up line) and the lineys were feeling just a little left out, as every bar we had been in had at least a couple of pilots in it all surrounded by top notch skirt. This culminated in the one of the biggest gatherings of both in the aforementioned casino. Us orrible blunties and gingers looking on with envy as the group of young pilots do tequila body shots off the chest of the most stunning Vegas show girl, being cheered on by a bevy of ladies.
"right that’s it, I've had enough of this time to level the playing field" Armourer Cpl saunters over to harrier mates and in a very loud drunken whisper says:
" Err Steve is that old fighter pilot chat-up line still working, I told you those fake IDs would finish the scam. Who would have thought a group of pissed up builders could get so much totty in Vegas"
Much spluttering and great deal of laughter from lineys, girls make excuses and leave.
The crews snagged the jets relentlessly for the next couple of days so I guess all is fair in love and war.