Marches in and out tales

[langleybaston]

Many threads these days are sad and gloomy. How about a laugh or two? Thus, what were your experiences of Close Encounters with the Barrack Warden?

For starters, Nicosia c. Jan 1964.

We were in a beautiful bungalow on station in Comet Crescent, I was 4 months fromTourex, the Rocks had a Vickers emplaced in our back garden and two doors down had a Bofors. Turk v Greek was in full swing.
Came a knock on the door, and there was my boss's boss's boss, with sad chops. "I fear" said he "all families where the worker has less than six months to serve must be flown back to UK within a fortnight!.The worker will move into the Mess!"

And that is when daddy's little two year-old daughter learned to oath. Starting with SH1T! and working up.

The quarter had a "Maid's Annexe" with bedroom, wash basin and khazi, and the seat was broken broken. Araldite had been invented, so when packing was packed, curtains etc were washed, inventory was sort of sorted, I mended the seat. Mended it so well that the join escaped the march out, even though the bog rim had the white gloves and dental mirror treatment.

If you took over number 8 and cut your ar%e, or were emasculated, my apologies.

[Nil_Drift]

We lived in 7 MQ and 2 private hirings. The only consistent thing was that on every March-In, there was dirt, grime and damage with an overgrown garden. On every March-Out, despite family Lessons Identified, Lessons Learned, there was always some picky little complaint, sometimes charged and sometimes "You ought to be thankful that I'm in a good mood".

Our first AMQ at RAF Cottesmore in the early '80s stunk of cigarette smoke so badly that the only disguise was to tear out everything and paint the whole place in gloss. That should have been done before we Marched-In but, no. That stuck all the windows shut. The replacement carpet was a brand new Wilton but, because airmen were not allowed to have fitted carpets, they carefully measured so that it wouldn't fit and then paid a King's ransom to bind the edges.

Shortly after March In at an OMQ in Lyneham, we woke to a crash in the night where the weight of my Nimrod painting had torn a big hole in the wall. As nails were not allowed on March Out, even where the obvious symmetrical position was for the next person to hang a picture, the ensuing holes had been filled with toothpaste and other fillers on each March Out and painted over! We did the same.

In our Laarbruch OMQ, a "rapid reaction force" of gardeners had to come with brushcutters to remove all the overgrowth of bushes and weeds so that the removal team could get to the front door with our furniture!

The frustrations continued at Finningley where we had to fight for an empty OMQ with a gas-fire central heating and double glazing rather than the planned MQ with a coal fire, no central heating and metal windows. Once the MQs were all refurbished, they shut the station!

The crassness and pettiness was obviously an Essential character trait and the po-faced double standards was something that must have been practised in the Family Officer's office before stepping out with a clipboard!

[charliegolf]

Finningley AMQ, 86. (Apple Grove, I think). An officer* marched in on my behalf. It was filthy. I went round to the Families Flt and saw the WO and uncharacteristically for me went bonkers. He took the first broadside, and said, "No problem, you can have 2 weeks rent free." Emboldened (and leaving in 14 months), I said, "I don't want rent off, I want a f-ing clean house for my wife to arrive to, after leaving our Gutersloh house like a new pin!" I insinuated he had low standards so he pulled rank and issued a neck-winding order. But I had a month rent free.:E Bit awkward in the mess for a bit.

CG

*an ITC Flt Cdr- go figure.

PS, for balance, our Odi and Gut houses were really nice homes.

[langleybaston]

Rheindahlen had a team of wifeys who, for a fat fee, sorted any quarter before march-out. They were said to be very good and never failed to get a pass mark [were they giving the Warden and President a cut?]. The sad fact is that for 6 years I thought they were called Iron Detail.
Not so: Eye on Detail, with a little vehicle and a lot of gear.

[Ninthace]

Marched out of a quarter in Gutersloh with wife expecting our second child in 3 weeks or less, having polished everything including the underside of the open staircase for all 4 floors (Kahlertstrasse), and arrived in Cosford to a dirty quarter, broken window, filthy carpets, 2 rings on cooker not working and entire cooker still covered with the remains of all the meals cooked by workmen renovating the quarters, none of which were "available". Even the bath appeared to have been used for mixing paint. Families officer was not bothered as he has us over a barrel with the furniture on the way from Germany and wife expecting at any time.

It was part of a pattern, every time I got promoted and posted, we got a ****ty quarter as a reward.

[langleybaston]

There was a weird system at Portadown Way JHQ. It was a circular close, 20 or so OMQ. Mixed Pongoes, RAF, civvies.. Officially [I kid you not} we shared a lawnmower, a wheel barrow and a grass roller. There may even have been a ladder. Thus the farce, notional, of tracing each item on march-in/out for each house, and signing for it. I think this was in our first JHQ tour, and had died the death, deservedly, by the second. Meanwhile everyone had a shiny PX mower.
Mine still does the job.

[212man]

Marched out of a quarter in Gutersloh with wife expecting our second child in 3 weeks or less, having polished everything including the underside of the open staircase for all 4 floors (Kahlertstrasse), and arrived in Cosford to a dirty quarter, broken window, filthy carpets, 2 rings on cooker not working and entire cooker still covered with the remains of all the meals cooked by workmen renovating the quarters, none of which were "available". Even the bath appeared to have been used for mixing paint. Families officer was not bothered as he has us over a barrel with the furniture on the way from Germany and wife expecting at any time.

It was part of a pattern, every time I got promoted and posted, we got a ****ty quarter as a reward.

second child in three weeks? You must have been a busy couple!😂

[langleybaston]

Ho Ho

[Ninthace]

Chortle

[Radley]

Decided to pop round to a crew members house to see how the March Out had gone. Arrived and March Out still in progress. Following my colleague into the living room to complete the inspection with the Families officer he was met with the vision of his dog, obviously needing anal glands emptied, pulling itself across the carpet to relieve the itching. Families officer scribbling furiously, my colleague wanting to drop kick his pet, and myself offering to open the windows, as if that was going to help.

[langleybaston]

Zeppelinstrasse MQ at EDUO had coke boilers in the cellar. The pipework was mostly tarnished copper: tarnished but acceptable at my march in, so there was temptation. Knowing my successor for the MQ, and disliking my successor, out came the Brasso.
At march out the powers that be noted the gleaming boiler room and suggested that the next march out might be rigorous.
My successor never spoke to me again.

As an aside, coke was delivered down a chute into the cole'ole. The old boy had a crude abacus at the back of the cart to tally each sack. It was not unknown to distract the old boy and minus an abacus tally. My children had sooty hands sometimes.

As a civvy who allegedly did not pay for fuel on the mysterious XY scheme, I was always the incumbent when lecky was needed for street lights or Christmas.

[trim it out]

Having done a few proxy march ins and lived in a surplus quarter overseas, it was the best incentive to purchase my own place due to the absolute nause the whole process is. Reading some of these posts has confirmed the process/BS never got any better over the years!

[langleybaston]

Did not everybody use toothpaste to hide holes in walls?<br />Magnolia flavored toothpaste? Set like concrete.<br /><br />Different for one-stars WHO HAD WALLPAPER. We once went to a reception in such a home. Wallpaper, wallpaper, wallpaper was all SWMBO could remember.

[BEagle]

During a brief period as a 'holding officer', I was required to be Oi/c a few 'march outs' because the Families Officer who normally did such things was on leave. No problem, I declared anything and everything to be 'fair wear and tear' and also demanded to know from the blunt civvy idiot who accompanied me why various faults hadn't been rectified, despite having been correctly reported months earlier! When Her Ladyship the Pilot Officer returned from leave, she was aghast at the way I'd behaved. But she lived in the OM and had no real understanding. She wasn't too keen that I was in the habit of addressing her SAC by his first name, rather than as 'SAC Jones'..... or that I took it in turns to make the tea for the office. OC GD thought it was hilarious when he saw how she huffed and puffed!

A mate on 56(F) had been billed £lots by the system when he'd been marched out of his quarter at Leuchars and hadn't been able to cut the grass due to having been on detachment and his wife having to look after a young child. But when another chap had taken over the quarter, the garden was a jungle and it had cost him a fair penny to put right.... Fortunately the two of them knew each other as both were F-4 aircrew. So one day the chap on 56(F) popped up to Leuchars, met up with his chum and had a showdown with OC Admin. He agreed and had the offending person brought to his office for an explanation. Costs were reimbursed immediately!

[NutLoose]

Same in blocks, I refused to accept a stained Mattress knowing the poor bugger before me had to pay to have it cleaned, but the so called cleaning appeared to be to circle the said stain with a biro and initial it. Hence I refused it stating it had not been cleaned, something I seriously doubted they ever did or indeed could.

Same as mentioned about brass, I was asked why I hadn’t polished the window brasses, noticing in my mates room his were aluminium, a quick visit to Halfords and a rattle can of aluminium paint later, mine were too and the can subsequently visited many a room where brass was present.

Also clearing, I used to do the essentials, work, gen office, medical, accommodation, clothing stores and then using a multitude of coloured pens initialled the rest myself.

[Nil_Drift]

A colleague of mine at Lyneham, on March In, immediately removed the cooker and lovingly wrapped it up and stored it in the garage for the whole time he lived in the OMQ. Families Officers always seemed to home in on the cooker; certainly Mrs Drift used to spend more time cleaning the cooker than anything else.

Said colleague smugly unwrapped his cooker on the morning of the March Out ... and still got charged for unacceptable standard of cleanliness! All protests fell on deaf ears :ugh:

[Exrigger]

First married quarter was a caravan on Findhorn caravan site during winter, I was at that time on the NMSU night shift working fuel tanks and when I got home had to stay cold until all my clothes had been washed and the fuel smell gone before turning on gas appliances for eating and heating.

Second wile at RAF Kinloss was an Army married quarter that was temporary used by the ARF as the army had deployed, learnt the difference between gloss white paint and eggshell after repairing the damage our dog had done and ended up painting all the white woodwork so it matched.

RAF Luqa quarters were quite nice flats, but the problem there was they kept charging each occupant the same amount for the same issues as if it had been their fault, one guy came up with an answer on march out by throwing carpets, mattresses and a fridge into the flat lobby, did not go down to well with the management.

Stanton married quarters, which served RAF Honington/Marham had squares of carpet and underlay that left a band of lino around the edge of the bedrooms, I was told on march in that the carpet and underlay were to be cleaned/vacuumed and lino polished when I leave. On march out having done as required said barrack warden lifted carpet and underlay and stated I would be charged for the cleaning of floor etc as there was a very fine dust layer, I had a mop and bucket and vacuum cleaner ready so politely told him that I would prove a point that I would not be paying any charges. Re-did the process and had him check before laying carpet/underlay back down and then proceeded to walk all over it a few times and asked him to check again, and sure enough there was the same dust layer, not happy that they were not going to get money of me like they had with every other occupant, I also mentioned that I would be passing that on to the next occupant and my mates in the other quarters.

RAF Marham had a WO who would put on white gloves and would rub his fingers over door tops and into extractor fan grills and would charge you for any dust/dirt he found.

RAF Gutersloh the families officer thanked my wife and myself for presenting a lovely quarter though he noted that some of the electrical sockets had some dust in them, I asked if he actually thought that my wife and I would stick our fingers in with a cloth to clean them out, or remove the socket to clean it, he agreed that that would probably be a bad idea.

RAF St Athan we turned up for the march in and found our removals wagon sat on the roadside, they did give some excuse as to why they were a day early, anyway the WO was not best pleased. It became apparent that the young lad marching out had not really grasped what was required and the place needed a better clean, especially the cooker, WO was not happy and said that if our removals people were not there he would of cancelled the march out/in until it was sorted, but told me to turn up at the families office the next day. When I turned up he handed me £50 and told me to use it on cleaning materials to get the place sorted and to have a treat with the wife for the inconvenience.

The ringing of mattress stains and initialling them was quite prevalent at a lot of quarters, but one airman thought he was being clever when it came to tables that were marked as he counted all the marks and scratches and got the barrack warden to note the amount, on march out the marks were counted and occupant was charged accordingly for the extra ones, I don’t think he would do that again.

I used to think that after handing over a pristine MQ that the next families office were told and we would be given a less than pristine quarter knowing that they would get it sorted by us. These are the most memorable ones but there were others.

[Fortissimo]

During a brief period as a 'holding officer', I was required to be Oi/c a few 'march outs' because the Families Officer who normally did such things was on leave. No problem, I declared anything and everything to be 'fair wear and tear' and also demanded to know from the blunt civvy idiot who accompanied me why various faults hadn't been rectified, despite having been correctly reported months earlier! When Her Ladyship the Pilot Officer returned from leave, she was aghast at the way I'd behaved. But she lived in the OM and had no real understanding. She wasn't too keen that I was in the habit of addressing her SAC by his first name, rather than as 'SAC Jones'..... or that I took it in turns to make the tea for the office. OC GD thought it was hilarious when he saw how she huffed and puffed!

I had a similar experience, Beags, at Valley. If it is the same P/O (Sue?) she had the ability to point her upturned nose at a cooker, which would immediately disassemble itself and wave dayglo flags pointing to grease etc. along with displaying its own calculation of the required cleaning time. She was also in the habit of charging 10p per weed in the garden until I suggested this was a good way of alienating the entire community. She argued, I pointed out that she lived in the mess (never in MQs) and that this particular Flt Lt, wearing a new set of wings, had lived in them all his life (Dad was serving at the time) and had never met anyone quite so petty. She eventually got straightened out by OC Admin. I made my own tea.

[57mm]

The Memsahib was an RAF brat. She remembers the families officer donning white gloves on march out, then brushing them over the bedstead springs to check for dust.....

When we marched out of a Leeming OMQ in '79, the WRAF Familiies Officer scraped her nails round the toilet bowl to check for limescale. She was so pre-occupied with this that she missed me standing over a landing carpet stain....

IIRC, an army officer at JHQ kept his horse in the cellar; good luck with that March out....


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[Fitter2]

NutLoose posted
Also clearing, I used to do the essentials, work, gen office, medical, accommodation, clothing stores and then using a multitude of coloured pens initialled the rest myself.

Don't tell 'em Pike!

Since my last clearing was at Coltishall in 1969, I think I'm safe now...

[lsh]

March-in, dirty. But as removal van and family waiting outside, accept.
March-out super clean. Failed! But as long journey, accept and move on.
How did that always happen?

Cotton-wool buds recommended for cleaning electrical sockets......

"Too many nails in wall" on march-out, damages £15. Yet all those I fitted were proper picture hooks. Previous occupants!

Background: I was in the Mess, son sleeping on floor. We had another child in a local hospital, my wife staying with a friend and our third child.
"Not ready yet - needs barrack items moving in". I explained we were unfurnished.
They needed to put certain items in, regardless and had no transport. "Would they fit into a Landrover"? "Yes"
"Fine, I'll put in a F658 and be round at 1330 today to collect items"
"Ah, we can move you in the day after tomorrow........"

Three doors down, retired Warrant Officer, sitting tenant for perhaps 18 months.
When he went, they started by throwing the front door in a skip, followed by carpets, curtains, etc, etc.

lsh

[langleybaston]

The Memsahib was an RAF brat. She remembers the families officer donning white gloves on march out, then brushing them over the bedstead springs to check for dust.....

When we marched out of a Leeming OMQ in '79, the WRAF Familiies Officer scraped her nails round the toilet bowl to check for limescale. She was so pre-occupied with this that she missed me standing over a landing carpet stain....

IIRC, an army officer at JHQ kept his horse in the cellar; good luck with that March out....
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Said horse also frequented the
lounge. It was in my time.
full colonel, nobody seemed too upset, it was sort of normal.

[Ninthace]

My first RAF quarter, at Halton, had a bonus door in the lounge. It was supposed to have been a window but somebody copied the plans down wrong and they built an estate's worth. The extra draught was refreshing helped by the fact that nobody knew the state of the back boiler behind the fire so, rather than find out, they banned having a fire. Twenty years later I was back at Halton and spare doors had been turned into windows and a piece of hardboard had been fixed into the hearth - so there was no way were were going to have a fire.

[BEagle]

One of the signature blocks on the clearance chits was for the 'Station Bicycle Store'. No-one at a unit where I was serving knew where that was, or even whether there was such a thing on the station...

But some helpful soul had amended the crew room phone directory with 'Station Bike Store.......(extn. no)'.

Except the extension was for someone else..... OC WRAF eventually complained to her boss about people ringing her to ask "Is that the station bike store"?

[BEagle]

No-one had told one of my FIs that his OMQ had a back boiler. As soon as the temperature dropped with the onset of Autumn, he lit the fire and settled down with his wife to watch TV. After a little while they were nice and warm, but a bit perturbed by the mysterious gurgling noises they could hear.......until with an almighty bang the whole thing blew up and his wife was hit by a piece of red hot shrapnel from the wretched thing, which scarred her for life.

[Geriaviator]

When my family marched out of Leuchars in 1954, so did a rather nice glass vase bearing RAF wings and logo. Mother treasured it as a sort of trophy won in her battles with MPPW over many years. She's long gone to dispute her march in with St Peter but I still have that damned vase, can't bear to part with it.

[Ninthace]

Apparently at Halton, some of the back boilers had been drilled, some hadn't and some were just plain broke and risked gassing the occupants, allegedly. The bit of paper on which it had all been written down, if it ever existed, had been lost, so the solution was a blanket ban on all fires. I have to admit, in the depths of winter, I chanced it and got away with it without killing us. I even managed to set the chimney on fire, so I could not have been the first. The Stn fire brigade were very good about it and put it out without bubbling me to the powers that be.

The heating boiler in the kitchen was fuelled by anthracite beans. The sequence was, open the hopper, pour in the beans, make a pot of tea, pick up the dustpan and brush and sit in the lounge enjoying the tea. After around 10 minutes, there would be an explosion and a clang from the kitchen. This would be your cue to finish the tea, go into the kitchen, shut the hopper lid again and clean coal dust of all the surfaces and the floor. It seems the warmth of the boiler caused the anthracite to degas and then the fire caused an explosion which blew all the dust out of the hopper. A neighbour happened to be looking at our quarter one evening when it happened and said about 3 feet of blue flame came out of the chimney at the time. It was a common trait to most of the boilers in the patch.

The other side-effect of turning the heating on was it woke all the fleas in the house. The first we knew was spotting one crawling across our firstborn, who was just a few weeks old at the time. Mum was not a happy bunny.

[Krystal n chips]

I often wondered about, at some point, the ensuing conversation with the occupant of the next room to me at Valley.

He had, at his own expense please note, tastefully decorated it by painting the walls and ceiling a fetching shade of...pillar box red.

The resident mice population were undeterred however.

[Akrotiri bad boy]

Returning from Flugplatz Gutersloh to Finningley we marched in to a semi on Lilac Grove, (sounds idyllic, a bit like Wisteria Avenue or Ocean Drive). The house still had an open coal fire with a hearth and carpets that didn't reach the walls. The Families geezer said we're putting fitted carpets in soon and upgrading the estate to gas fires. This work was to take place whilst we had our disembarkation leave. On returning from leave sure enough we now had a lovely wall mounted gas fire but the sequence of works hadn't really gone to plan as the fitted orange carpet featured a cut out where the hearth had been.:ugh:

[Exrigger]

The RAF Cranwell quarters, that were part of the civvy estate in the village, had the back boilers and when we finally got through the snow from RAF Wyton late afternoon and as it was cold I got started on getting fire started, opened the vent and lit paper with kindling and coal as one does, and closed the door nothing seemed to happen for approximately an hour despite trying all the tricks I knew from previous similar fires, as it was really cold we packed the kids in the car and went to visit family for warmth and food.

On our return the house was glowing as if we had left lights on and sparks were coming out of the chimney, opened the door and it was extremely hot and pipes banging, opened taps to stop the noise, closed the fire damp and called the fire brigade, they were good and said I was lucky as the chimney had been cleaned otherwise we might have had a bigger issue and different outcome, families flight were pretty good about the cracks in the wall in the living room and stair well, never left a fire unattended again.

[NutLoose]

Strange, all these comments about fires and back boilers.

My mums cottage which was a few hundred years old had one and even though the house had an electric immersion tank, it also had a coal fire and back boiler in the living room.
She would use it as the main source for heating the house and water from when I was little, right up until I was in my late 40’s and only changed over to electric fires as she got older. The large main living room and dining room both had fireplaces as did the large three double bedrooms.
Though one was only in use and in winter we would be shivering trying to absorb some of the heat in a morning from the freshly lit fire before heading off to primary school.

It surprises me everyone appears to have had issues with them, though I can remember a single chimney fire but that’s it.

[charliegolf]

Nutty, wifey had a minor chimney fire in Porter Close, Odi. Again, the fireboys were great and reassuring given I was in Ireland. A lovely quarter, other than the solid fuel fire. We painted the kitchen sh1t brown- after securing a big tin of sh1t magnolia from property services, and it looked great. Two coats of mag a week before march out, all sorted. We were newlyweds, and bought our first bits of furniture on that tour too. We put the orange, square-edged issue suite in the loft!

CG

[langleybaston]

One of the signature blocks on the clearance chits was for the 'Station Bicycle Store'. No-one at a unit where I was serving knew where that was, or even whether there was such a thing on the station...

But some helpful soul had amended the crew room phone directory with 'Station Bike Store.......(extn. no)'.

Except the extension was for someone else..... OC WRAF eventually complained to her boss about people ringing her to ask "Is that the station bike store"?

Surely the answer should have been "Bike Store, Duty Bike speaking!"

[langleybaston]

Nutty, wifey had a minor chimney fire in Porter Close, Odi. Again, the fireboys were great and reassuring given I was in Ireland. A lovely quarter, other than the solid fuel fire. We painted the kitchen sh1t brown- after securing a big tin of sh1t magnolia from property services, and it looked great. Two coats of mag a week before march out, all sorted. We were newlyweds, and bought our first bits of furniture on that tour too. We put the oragne, square-edged issue suite in the loft!

CG

That orange! Ever since the first glimpse, my unfavourite colour. Hence Sainsbury's shops give me the heeby-jeebies.

[Ninthace]

Referred to as RAF G-Plan IIRC. There as a green spattered with brown cover too that looked a bit like and unfortunate accident. If you sat on it wearing DPM, you disappeared.

[Hydromet]

My tale comes from the other side. Two years after building our first house, a change of employment meant a move overseas and we decided to rent our pride & joy out. Tenants were recommended to us, a young couple with one child. He was in the RAAF. He would pay the rent and the RAAF would reimburse him.
Not long after they moved in, he asked if he could use excess bricks I had stored to build a barbecue. I had poured a concrete pad in anticipation of doing so myself, so had no objection. Over time, there were successive requests - if we bought the materials could they make some improvements. After two years, the next chance we had to look at the place, they had done so much work we gave them their bond back. When they eventually bought their own house, ours was spotless and in much better condition than when we left it. They confided that they had hoped to buy it from us.
Unfortunately, the next tenants undid most of their good work.

[lsh]

That orange! Ever since the first glimpse, my unfavourite colour. Hence Sainsbury's shops give me the heeby-jeebies.

Luxury!

We had an orange carpet and green suite!

lsh

[MPN11]

Luxury!
We had an orange carpet and green suite!
The joy of it was that different furnishings had different 'lives", so the chances of getting Carpet, Curtains and Chair covers even vaguely coordinating were virtually nil.

[teeteringhead]

There as a green spattered with brown cover too that looked a bit like an unfortunate accident Remember it well! But not with affection ....... we always called it "squashed frog".

[kintyred]

We moved into a quarter that had a gas fire in front of an open hearth, so I removed the gas fire (Corgi qualified? Well I had some Corgi cars as a kid, does that count?). I then decided that the chimney needed a clean before use, so I scrunched up a couple of sheets of newspaper, shoved them up the flue and lit them. Seconds later, they were well alight and there was a roaring sound and a strong draught at my feet as the flames made their way up the chimney, pulling all the air in Hampshire with them. It was a quiet Sunday summer’s morning and when I went outside to see what was happening, to my horror, there was a huge plume of black smoke emerging from the chimney pot, along with copious amounts of red sparks. The smoke plume grew to a good hundred feet or so and then began drifting slowly towards to the staish’s house. There followed an agonising ten minutes or so while this black column made its way over the airfield before finally dispersing. Luckily, no one called the fire brigade. With the chimney now clean as a whistle, we had a couple of cosy winters with a log fire in the lounge, although I was always a tiny bit concerned by the proximity of the gas pipe that fed the original fire, which was no more than a foot from the flames.

[Ken Scott]

Our first MQ (Filby Road at Coltishall) we endured the full white glove march-out, despite having scrubbed the house to what we considered an IOT spotless condition we were charged £5 for a tiny spot of fat under the cooker lid, and £10 for a spot of rust on the spade in the shed, justification being that that was the cost of sending a tradesman round to carry out said rectification jobs… Although rather miffed at the expense (back when £15 was worth something) I was relieved that the Families Officer hadn’t spotted the shed door… our young Labrador had chewed it to almost nothing from the handle down, I’d rebuilt it with wood filler and given it some lovely coats of gloss blue paint. I was very careful closing it as the slightest tremor might have caused it to collapse.

Some years later we marched-in to a detached house on Brauncwell Road, Cranwell, Mrs Scott burst into tears when she saw it (we’d rented out our own house on posting). The house was wall & ceiling magnolia painted wood-chip wallpaper, with hideous light fittings of grey plastic discs stacked in columns, and so many of them, 7 in the sitting room alone. The worn brown carpets were ‘8 years into their 12 year life’… and she’d left her own lovely house for this…

My first meeting with my new neighbour he said ‘ why was I in this house, as a ‘student’ ( I was starting the CFS cse) I should be in the little quarters at the back of the estate’. I ended up spending nearly 4 years in that house, as ‘staff’ after completing the cse. The carpets were at least sorted after a young workman with a large hammer came round to ‘fix’ some loose floorboards… having punctured the heating pipes the sitting room ceiling collapsed under the weight of water (held up by the ceiling-paper) and carpets were replaced as part of the cleanup. The workman was fairly new, his next job allegedly was in CHOM where he spilt white gloss paint on the rotunda carpet (cadets weren’t even permitted to walk on it) and his employment was terminated.

When we marched-out I parked my caravan on the grass in front of the house to load it up, when I came to leave it had started to rain, the tyres were slipping trying to pull away and I left deep muddy ruts. A friend on Dominies was doing the exit for me as my proxy, I drove round to his house to drop off the keys and explained when I’d done so would pay for the damage if required. The next morning my friend arrives to find the Families Officer looking at the mess, saying ‘you know who’s done this?’, my friend replies in the affirmative, and the FO says, ‘the bloody removal people!’

[langleybaston]

And then slow gravity. Apologies a.to Einstein and Newton; b. if I have mentioned this before.

We inhabited a total of 3 German OMQs, each with cellar, ground floor, upstairs and attic.
SWMBO masterminded what goes where after march in [they always do], thus quite a lot in the concrete-floored roomy attic, and zilch in the cellar except ales and fine wines white.
So how does it come about that on moving out day the attic is virtually empty, upstairs is sparse, and the cellar is chock-a-block?
Slow gravity is the cause; it is always easier to carry something down [and down, and down] than up.
What goes up must come down. Slowly.

[PlasticCabDriver]

Best quarter was at Yeovilton. 4 bed detached, en-suite, on a cul-de-sac in the middle of the estate. We were the 2nd family to live in it. Great mix of services, ranks and trades and nationalities, we had the best time.

Our last quarter we had painted a couple of alcoves in the lounge a slightly different colour (wife’s idea obvs) to the standard magnolia. Came to march out and fill the holes in the walls and the magnolia we had was a different magnolia to the one on the walls. Painted the offending walls the same as the alcoves (not sure why we had so much paint), housing lady on march out never noticed. Result. Apologies to the next occupant who would have come to fill the holes with magnolia on their march and realised it was a different colour. And that they didn’t know what it was.

Had a friend in MQs who had noticed a smell of gas in the kitchen in the mornings, traced it to the rather ancient gas oven, reported it, told nothing wrong with it. Reports it again, check all the pipes etc but not the cooker, nothing wrong, open the window. On the third reporting, told to stop reporting it, she’s not getting a new one. Informs DHE that she will now ring British Gas and report a gas leak. They have statutory powers of entry (something like that) so they can’t be prevented from coming on base. When they get there, she will tell them that all the other cookers n the road are of a similar vintage and serviceability. Got a new one the next day. Charlatans.

[NutLoose]

I seem to remember one of the guys at Odiham had a furnished private hiring, he reported the antique settee was missing a castor on move in and kept reporting it, come move out the hiring was returned to the owner and the RAF we’re billed a small fortune for the restoration of the Settee as the chassis had warped.

[TimL]

I remember the concrete-floored attic in quarters at Lsarbruch that LB mentions - my NBC respirator came in handy to avoid breathing in dust when sweeping in preparation for march-out.

Marching out at Henlow was going well until the Families Officer lifted the corner of the sitting room carpet and found half a pack of playing cards under it. We hadn't played cards in the two years we'd been there, so they must have been left by the previous occupants.

On the plus side, 45 years years after retiring I still regularly use a garden fork and two pudding basins, all marked with broad arrows, that were written off for minor defects at various march-outs.

[Ninthace]

The NBC respirator was handy for cleaning the oven too, especially in Germany when you could buy a decent ammonia solution. Strip the cooker of everything that would strip, stick it all in a black bin liner with a load of ammonia, wait 48 hrs then clean off what had not fallen off. However, my personal triumph was mixing a brew to clean the splatter from a mug of chocolate that had liberally decorated a white wall - being a Chemist has its advantages come march out time.

[oldmansquipper]

Not march out from MQ but I’m sure many Cold War warriors will identify with this tale:

Decci (WTFIT?) late 70s. The notorious ‘Erks block’ had to be handed over between detached Sqn and new Sqn after the 2 week det period. Permanent staff conducted the March out (handover) from ‘their’ real estate between occupants.

All went well in our room with no chargeable damage identified, until….the WO was on his way out of our room and he stopped at the door which had the A4 fire poster on it.

He carefully lifted the poster to reveal a golf ball sized hole in the door skin. FCUK!

We were collectively charged around 50DM equivalent, IIRC. Subsequent chats with mates who also used the same room suggested this charge was repeated on every handover. I wonder where that money went?

Room occupants (not me, of course) got their own back by dropping a flouracine dye pack into the fountain outside….

Oh, how we laughed!

[langleybaston]

The Attic in Portadown Way JHQ had started as a one-star billet. The inventory confirmmed that. Its continuous fall from grace was to become a Met Man's abode years later.
The attic had a "maid's room" complete with bed, bedside table but no wash basin and no bog.
Underred I set up a dummy facility, complete with a proper seat [on a metal wpb] and loo roll on a kosher holder.
A very unfavourite "friend" was allocated it one Christmas.
Ho! ho! Ho!

[reynoldsno1]

I had a holding posting at RAF Gatow in 1974. The resident regiment in Spandau at the time were the KOSB's (King's Own Scottish Borderers), who had a bit of a reputation. I was mates with a 2/Lt at the time, who called me one day and urged me to come and see a marching out from one of the squaddie's flats. I duly arrived, and there was a large hole (very large, about 4ft x 3ft) in one of the walls between the bedroom and the lounge. Apparently it had been made so that the occupants could watch TV in bed ...

[charliegolf]

I had a holding posting at RAF Gatow in 1974. The resident regiment in Spandau at the time were the KOSB's (King's Own Scottish Borderers), who had a bit of a reputation. I was mates with a 2/Lt at the time, who called me one day and urged me to come and see a marching out from one of the squaddie's flats. I duly arrived, and there was a large hole (very large, about 4ft x 3ft) in one of the walls between the bedroom and the lounge. Apparently it had been made so that the occupants could watch TV in bed ...

Was BFBS worth the bother?

CG

[Fortissimo]

The origins of all that awful orange/green psychedlic furniture can be found in the late 60s. My father was sent on a ground tour when Bassingbourn closed, and ended up in what was then the Directorate of Quartering. He told me the team had been carted off on a visit to the MPBW official warehouse to check out some new MQ furniture. Said items had allegedly been the brainchild of a well-known designer who had been somewhat miffed when the great British public refused to buy them, so all offered to MOD as a job lot/knock down price.

He and his colleagues spent several minutes looking at the artful arrangements in mocked-up rooms before agreeing that there was no way anyone would want this stuff, that their wives would kill them, and it would be unreasonable to foist them on the Services just because they were cheap. The answer was no, unsuitable. They went back to London satisfied with a job well done.

Imagine the surprise when lurid orange covers started to appear across the system a few months later. It turned out that their head of section (you can guess his branch), despite agreeing at the time the stuff was awful, had approved the contract anyway because he felt sorry for the designer!

[Ninthace]

While in Germany, I was joed to inspect and sign off some new married quarters that had been built by a German contractor. The cookers had been fitted in a corner of the kitchen, thereby rendering 2 rings inoperable as the only safe place for a saucepan handle was over another ring. When I pointed this out, I was told German saucepans had two small handles either side so it was fine. I told them British saucepans didn't and refused to sign them off. There followed a protracted interview back on my unit where I had to explain my presumption. I am not sure what happened after that, but I believe they found someone more amenable. If anyone ended up in a quarter with a cooker stuck in a corner, I did my best. :(

[langleybaston]

The origins of all that awful orange/green psychedlic furniture can be found in the late 60s. My father was sent on a ground tour when Bassingbourn closed, and ended up in what was then the Directorate of Quartering. He told me the team had been carted off on a visit to the MPBW official warehouse to check out some new MQ furniture. Said items had allegedly been the brainchild of a well-known designer who had been somewhat miffed when the great British public refused to buy them, so all offered to MOD as a job lot/knock down price.

He and his colleagues spent several minutes looking at the artful arrangements in mocked-up rooms before agreeing that there was no way anyone would want this stuff, that their wives would kill them, and it would be unreasonable to foist them on the Services just because they were cheap. The answer was no, unsuitable. They went back to London satisfied with a job well done.

Imagine the surprise when lurid orange covers started to appear across the system a few months later. It turned out that their head of section (you can guess his branch), despite agreeing at the time the stuff was awful, had approved the contract anyway because he felt sorry for the designer!

To add insult to injury, when we unpacked back in UK in our beautiful 5 bedroom house, we found, stuffed in the freezer, all the orange stuff.

Mystery, but it had to have been either the removers or the Families Officer / Barrack Warden 'avin a larf! Gave us a nasty turn!!

My wife said they were not even suitable as rags, so my first task was finding where the nearest tip was. I smuggled them there in bin liners or the equivalent, as to be seen with them was bad for street cred.

[Tartiflette Fan]

While in Germany, I was joed to inspect and sign off some new married quarters that had been built by a German contractor. The cookers had been fitted in a corner of the kitchen, thereby rendering 2 rings in operable as the only safe place for a saucepan handle was over another ring. When I pointed this out, I was told German saucepans had two small handles either side so it was fine. I told them British saucepans didn't and refused to sign them off. There followed a protracted interview back on my unit where I had to explain my presumption. I am not sure what happened after that, but I believe they found someone more amenable. If anyone ended up in a quarter with a cooker stuck in a corner, I did my best. :(

But was it built according to approved plan ?

[Ninthace]

No idea and I didn't care. I was tasked with accepting the quarters into service, not the plans. and I couldn't in all conscience, so I didn't They weren't fit for purpose in my book, end of.

[lsh]

Was BFBS worth the bother?

CG

YES!

Musik Laden!

Sort of Pans People.....topless!

Case Rests!

lsh
:E

[MightyGem]

Was BFBS worth the bother?CG
Not in 1974. :)

[BEagle]

'Cloggy 2' was the preferred channel when I was holding at RAF Wildenrath in 1975...

Was BFBS broadcast in PAL-I (the UK standard) or PAL-B/G (the German / Belgian / Dutch standard)? UK had a 6MHz split between sound and vision frequencies, whereas Germany / Belgium / Netherlands had a 5.5MHz split...

[langleybaston]

'Cloggy 2' was the preferred channel when I was holding at RAF Wildenrath in 1975...

Was BFBS broadcast in PAL-I (the UK standard) or PAL-B/G (the German / Belgian / Dutch standard)? UK had a 6MHz split between sound and vision frequencies, whereas Germany / Belgium / Netherlands had a 5.5MHz split...

Feedback from friends and neighbours was such that it was only in our last RAFG tour that we bothered with a TV. c. 1990. The highlight was the sheep dog trials [whatever it was called]. Our neighbour's dog often visited and would sit in front of an OFF TV. thus we would turn it on for the dog, who would watch anything. His highlight was the sheep ............ but then he was a failed sheep dog. One thing better than owning a dog is a doggy friend next door who drops in for a treat and an ear tickle.

[NIREP reader]

Our first home as newly weds was at Aldergrove in 89. We lived in a permanent caravan whilst on "the list" waiting for a house. I remember the list was rank and points dependent, so as someone of a higher rank was posted in they slotted in above you. So eventually we were "awarded" a MQ. luckily it was just round the corner, so a realitively easy move.

Our new house with real bricks and a coal fire! was a million miles away from the ghetto caravan we'd lived in. Anyway our weekly or fortnightly coal deliveries with a botte of clear or honey potcheen (poitín) placed in the coal bunker. Posting time and the clean up, the walls were toothpasted and my wife used BiC razors to shave the carpet infront of the fire to get rid of the burn marks. That carpet must have been super thin and the bin filled with enough fluff to start our own teddybear filling company.

Good memories and we're 34 years married on this Saturday.

[Background Noise]

My first MQ was cleaned and polished to within an inch of its life - we even stayed with a friend on the last night to leave it spotless. Early the next morning the hooter went off and the last we saw of friend was him leaving with his gas kit. The march out/in was done by me and a proxy, a rock ape straight in from the exercise, who promptly tramped boot loads of mud all over the pristine house.

Fortunately, the next (and last) 3 places were all earmarked for renovation so we were able to leave them all as they were.

[sharpend]

When Chivenor downscaled, the airmen's quarters were offered to the council, but I gather were rejected as being substandard. Worse still, I'm told that when Sgts & airmen were moved into officer quarters the wall to wall officer's carpets were trimmed so as not to be 'wall to wall' due to a lack of entitlement of other ranks.

[ORAC]

The highlight was the sheep dog trials [whatever it was called].
One Man and His Dog.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Man_and_His_Dog
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[Union Jack]

Both fascinating and amusing stuff for a dark blue reader who has never been asked to undergo a March In or a March Out in any Navy, or indeed one Army, OMQ. :ok:

Jack

[langleybaston]

One Man and His Dog.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/One_Man_and_His_Dog


Thanks.

​​​​​​​"Glenn the dog" from next door sat entranced, about a foot from the screen. He even searched behind the TV to see where they had gone if they moved off picture.

[MPN11]

Thanks.
"Glenn the dog" from next door sat entranced, about a foot from the screen. He even searched behind the TV to see where they had gone if they moved off picture.Totally OT, but my Black Lab/Retriever cross was watching TV with me when they were showing a shoot at Sandrigham. He charged round the back of the TV to retrieve a bird, and nearly had the whole thing on the floor.

​​​​​​​No March In/Out tales spring to mind here.

[langleybaston]

Not just a march-out, but a throw-out.

Portadown Way JHQ backed onto the woods, deciduous mostly. Every autumn, prodigious leaf fall ended up inthe back gardens. SROs [or whatever] forbad householders from returning the leaves whence they came ...... the Forstmeister was adamant. Neither could you bonfire them.
However, march-out demanded a tidy and leafless garden.
Hence furtive excursions at first light or dusk, bearing sacks and sacks of leaf sweepings, to be SCATTERED not dumped in tell-tale heaps.

Like so much of service life, you couldn't make it up.