Finningley musings.
Please can anyone dot a few 'T's and cross a few 'I's for me?
As Met Instructor I shared an office in Ground School 1970s with three Nav screens cum Instructors, all Flt Lts. What they thought of having a civvy foisted on them I know not, but they were kindness itself and included me in their banter, which was an education that my mother would not have approved of.
I wonder if readers can identify and expand?
First up was an officer with a round, almost Eastern, face and dark hair, a keen hockey player and ex-Canberra. He introduced me to dwang, in the dwang, up the dwang, dwangy as a good general purpose set of mild swears.
Then a man who looked a little like Farage, the UKIP leader. Bill, I think, married to an RAF Doctor, lived on the patch, and both sold their cars one day, vowing to hire vehicles suitable to their immediate purpose: sports car, off-roader, Roller, Mini, or use a taxi. Had a cat.
Last but not least, a Flt Lt Rae ? who I believe achieved a fairly high rank. We didn't get a lot of work done for the first hour of the day as I recall, but it was fun.
Any advance?
Last edited by langleybaston; 24th Apr 2013 at 08:45.
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