I may have posted these on a much earlier thread.
Early 60s and I was a Halton Brat.
The SWO was a keen gardener and occasionally could be seen at the weekend pottering around in our flower beds. Some joker who had had a run-in with the said SWO, observed him happily digging and rang the guardroom anonymously.
“There’s a tramp stealing the plants in 2 squadron’s flower beds”. Puts down phone.
Five minutes later a police Landrover careers round the corner, two snowdrops emerge and promptly arrest the ‘tramp’.
Much cursing and swearing from the SWO, because he never did find the culprit!
Many years later on a squadron detachment to Sharjah.
I’m Duty Officer with nothing better to do, so I amble over to the Twynam hut which served as our squadron office. Duty Corporal and I are having a cup of coffee, feet on desk, when the door opens and a British Trucial Oman Scouts officer appears in full Lawrence of Arabia gear, complete with Kunja knife in his gold belt.
“F**k me”, says the Corporal “Its Peter O’Toole”.
Army officer has apoplexy and promptly has the Corporal put under close arrest.
It took me and the Boss all night to get him released from the TOS guardroom. But he had to be sent home for his own protection!
Happy days!
