Tipsy & Wurz - Cape Town - 2007(?)
Tipsy was not the natural first choice as a GE Trainer, but as it wasn't a States trip, none of the proper trainers were interested.
So off went Tipsy & Wurz for a couple of weeks in deepest darkest Africa with the hooligans, but for an end of det treat, they got two nights in Cape Town.
Quite an expensive way of getting your laundry done, eh? Now Tipsy the instructor was all for seeing the sights, but with only one full day on the ground, he thought it might be more useful training to see how much Wurzel could drink.
Informing his student that they were going out to buy a postcard, they set off for refreshments. So they bought a postcard of Table Top Mountain and sat on the pub verandah sipping cool beers, enjoying the view of...erm...Table Top Mountain.
'Ere Wurzel, that cable car hasn't moved much in the last couple of hours' noted the ever observant Tipsy.
They would never know how much they drank that day, they only knew that Tipsy was buying the odds, and Wurz the evens. But all that heat made them quite thirsty.
In the evening the crew walked in complaining that they’d been dangling all day in a broken down cable car.
Tipsy & Mad Mick - Bermuda 2006(?)
Tipsy was all for seeing the sights, but with only one full day on the ground, he thought it might be a more useful exercise to see how much Mick could drink...
Having trailed a couple of medium jets from the Falklands, up through South America, turning right somewhere and ending up in Bermuda...
What happened was, either on the night stop in Panama, or possibly Puerto Rico, the medium jet crew made the foolish error of eating on the ground, something that Ascoteers are trained to avoid.
This slow acting food poisioning took effect in Bermuda. Well it would, wouldn't it. But the Medium Jet pilot was no amateur. Oh no. This was PPRuNer 'Reichman' (RIP) trained by our very own BEagle.
So for extra effect, and to deflect conspiracy theorists, we were all checked out of our rooms and waiting for transport, when Reichman loudly announced that he had shat in his flying suit, there would be a 24 hr delay, and laundry was authorised.
The Ascoteer crew had there laundry in, and their second cash inject, (and the crew had hired mopeds) in double quick time.
With beer in Bermuda at something like the equivalent of £6.00 a pint, Tipsy & Mick had a lazy day followed by a few drinks that night...
Another 24 hr delay, another cash inject - Tipsy & Mick decided to go for a little cheeky drink at lunchtime on a Saturday. It was one of those bars where the till slip is put in a little glass and you settle up at the end of proceedings.
This doesn't cater for people who are so drunk they can't remember their names, let alone be able to count, or are lying on the floor. Thankfully, the barmaid could count, and relieved our two drunkards of all monies offered.
Wurzel got a text on his duty mobile, (01:30 hrs, Iraq time) 'Tipsy & Mick are in Bermuda and just drank $360 worth of beer'