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Old 16th Mar 2014, 15:12
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Wensleydale wrote:

In a similar vein, the car parking spaces painted up for OC 50 Sqn and his execs at RAF Waddington were refreshed every year for AOCs, despite the Squadron not having been there for many years.
Parking could be quite awkward outside the OM at Sunny Scampton in the late '70s. Naturally all the wheels, of which there were many, had their reserved slots. As, it seems, did the DOE District Works Office. Naturally we thought that such a very blunt civilian shouldn't have such a thing, so his sign kept disappearing and he would often find some aircrew mate's car in 'his' slot.

Complaints to the Stn Cdr had little effect, so one day we watched with interest as some workers turned up with a strong steel pole and a concrete mixer. A hole was dug, the concrete poured and The Blunt One's sign duly installed. We watched politely whilst this was going on......which should have rung alarm bells as it was clear that something was being planned.

As soon as the magnificent erection had hardened to such a state that nothing short of a near miss by a 1000 lb bomb would shift it, the plan was hatched. It was very simple; 'DOE DWO' was sprayed out and 'STN JFO' replaced it - it had become the Station Junior Flying Officer's private parking space!

But I gather that the Stn Cdr, having got rather fed up with the moans from The Blunt One wasting his time, decided "OK chaps - enough is enough" and the sign was soon restored to its original state.....

Not quite in the same league as the force-landed Shacklebomber crew in the disco, one day we diverted our Tin Triangle to Kinloss after a heavy snow storm had blacked most of Lincolnshire. No room on base, so we were in the local hotel with only our immersion suits. Which was a bit of a problem for the AEO (Col. S*g**y) as his own suit was in for servicing and the label on his chest said ' Spare - Sock size 7 '. We grabbed him and held him down whilst this was rapidly amended to ' Cock size 7" ', much to the amusement of the local 'ladies' in whichever pub we quaffed a little later that evening!
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