Smudge,
Ah, yes - but Bloggs did not qualify as a member of the TWMR. He was generally regarded as being no more ornamental than your average erk, but much less useful. He could be called upon at any time to perform any menial duties which required mere brawn and numbers: any brainwork involved would be the province of the TWMR (ie the QFIs and just about everbody else). He suffered these indignities in the hope of joining the TWMR himself one day.
Even so: "
The Gentlemen must draw with the Mariners" (Drake). When your back's against the wall (airfield six feet under snow) we all had to muck-in; although come to think of it, I never saw a Station Commander do much other than come out to have a look at us, say "Jolly Good Show, Chaps - Carry On !" and climb back into his warm car......D.
FantomZorbin,
Nowadays you'd have the full fury of the Environment Police down on your luckless head ! Apparently the excess of nitrates in the watercourses had all sorts of unwanted results, it stimulated noxious waterweed into rampant growth which choked them, fish died and there was an outcry from the angling fraternity, innocent farmers were blamed for putting too much nitrogenous fertiliser on their land, there was a right to-do, and no mistake ! Meanwhile there's you, shovelling the stuff on your runway by the ton, and butter wouldn't melt in your mouth !
Your: "...
the amount of paper scrolls was a problem..." There's always the Circular Filing Cabinet ! Anyway, today it's probably all on a SD card - whatever they are. An XT at 120 ? Not on an icy runway, I hope...
..D.
Cheers, both. Danny.