If Brains were dynamite he would not have enough to blow his nose.
Orderly Sgt comes into the JRM. "Ok who called the cook at cnut"
in the background under their breath. "who called the cnut a cook"
Years back in our office at the beginning of the politically correct era we were discussing homosexuality. According to a daily paper 1 in 10 were supposedly that way. There was 20 of us in the office. Jim chirps up. "Come on Eric when are you going to own up". Poor old Eric was the butt of all our jibes which we put down to banter. I am sure today we would all have got the sack. Eric was quite a large guy. One day we were doing a job in the hydraulic bay under the floor on the Nimrod. He got stuck. I put my foot on his head like the Monty Python theme. Oh shut the F up and get down there.
Apprentice looking for a bit of advice - "Eere Drag....." Jim again. "Hey its Mr Dragartist to you"
Several years later when I was working with the Army I was on first name terms with most of the soldiers who referred to me as "Drag" oddly enough their Junior officers would always address me as Sir or Mr Dragartist.