Services Drinking...........
There was this one time, at band camp, when we............
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......and gosh, it's a good job that the journos never found out about that!
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......and gosh, it's a good job that the journos never found out about that!
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I always heed the CSRO's advise and ensure that I am well hydrated prior to those over 'hostile' territory flights, in preparation for an unfortunate encounter with a manpad, AAA, rogue MiG et al. So much so that those little bags containing that yellow sponge thingy gets used mid flight.
Yes, I drink a lot prior to flying.
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I always heed the CSRO's advise and ensure that I am well hydrated prior to those over 'hostile' territory flights, in preparation for an unfortunate encounter with a manpad, AAA, rogue MiG et al. So much so that those little bags containing that yellow sponge thingy gets used mid flight.
Yes, I drink a lot prior to flying.
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I'll tell you schumthing yound man (hic) I wash once sooo bladdered, well you know how theessh jolly nights go, lovely young filly, few gins.. har har har, but of the other, you know, howsh your father young lady haw haw..
Anyway, bit of a shortie the next day, feeling bl**dy rough y'know, god the vom was stripping the paint off my inshtrumentshs panels, har har, those were the days, shot a woolly mammoth y'know, big ******. Took a few roundsh to (hic) bring the fellow down, but by golly were brits are a dedicated buncch y'know, the blighter was no match for the chaps in the end...
Anyway, that was in one of the colonies, wales I think, splendid....
anyone for another????????
Anyway, bit of a shortie the next day, feeling bl**dy rough y'know, god the vom was stripping the paint off my inshtrumentshs panels, har har, those were the days, shot a woolly mammoth y'know, big ******. Took a few roundsh to (hic) bring the fellow down, but by golly were brits are a dedicated buncch y'know, the blighter was no match for the chaps in the end...
Anyway, that was in one of the colonies, wales I think, splendid....
anyone for another????????
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When I was young and thought I could cope, it was 'Standard NATO coffee for me, please' before and after every flight and I would wolf it down without a care. We used to compete in the crewroom those days, to see who could consume the most, and it was never a problem for any of us. A round here, another round there, wherever and whenever. Then the pressure began to get to me - the long sorties, often more than an hour, worsening scores on the range, even losing de-briefs to JPs. I sought a crutch and found it in my squadron coffee mug. But I began to need more of a kick, so it became a little less milk, not so much sugar. Then one day it just seemed to happen, and I found I was on the hard stuff - black, no sugar! It began to affect my work and then my mood. I would skulk in the corner of the crewroom seeking solace in my welcoming beverage, scowling at those who pitied me or creeping into the cine room to relive the glory days of that last good shoot. Goodness knows how much and how often I was consuming, but it took over my life completely. I drank from morning to night; I was useless without it. I was hooked; I was an addict.
Then something happened that pulled me back from the brink - my annual ECG showed up a single missed heartbeat, a clue that I was destroying myself from within. What a fool! I was in danger of throwing it all away - all that I had worked so hard to achieve. Panic enveloped me; I had to learn from this and get back on the straight and narrow. I did the only sensible thing - I sought medical advice and the doc said 'Cold turkey!' At first it was water - pure and simple tapwater - and I had to be accompanied while imbibing. Later I was moved onto tea, beginning with weak Earl Grey and a twist of lemon, then Lapsang Souchong, Lipsang Songshou, Ling Sap .....you see what it was doing to me! Finally, after many months, I was allowed to go solo on the NAAFI's finest - that dark brown brew as thick as tar that had won Great Britain so many wars. But it worked; it saved my career and probably saved my life. I was so thankful that common sense had eventually wormed its way into my brain. Now, many years and a successful career later, I find that I can take the very occasional weak Standard NATO but only on birthdays and other special occasions, and I'm careful, oh so careful. One slip and I could be there again, facing the gaping abyss of physical and mental disintegration. I have vowed not to return.
Has anyone out there had a similar narrow escape?
Then something happened that pulled me back from the brink - my annual ECG showed up a single missed heartbeat, a clue that I was destroying myself from within. What a fool! I was in danger of throwing it all away - all that I had worked so hard to achieve. Panic enveloped me; I had to learn from this and get back on the straight and narrow. I did the only sensible thing - I sought medical advice and the doc said 'Cold turkey!' At first it was water - pure and simple tapwater - and I had to be accompanied while imbibing. Later I was moved onto tea, beginning with weak Earl Grey and a twist of lemon, then Lapsang Souchong, Lipsang Songshou, Ling Sap .....you see what it was doing to me! Finally, after many months, I was allowed to go solo on the NAAFI's finest - that dark brown brew as thick as tar that had won Great Britain so many wars. But it worked; it saved my career and probably saved my life. I was so thankful that common sense had eventually wormed its way into my brain. Now, many years and a successful career later, I find that I can take the very occasional weak Standard NATO but only on birthdays and other special occasions, and I'm careful, oh so careful. One slip and I could be there again, facing the gaping abyss of physical and mental disintegration. I have vowed not to return.
Has anyone out there had a similar narrow escape?
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And it used to be compulsory!!
I well recall a GASO saying:
"Crews are to drink no more than 2 pints in the 24 hours before reporting for flying duties"
... and some days I really didn't want to drink anything at all ...
I well recall a GASO saying:
"Crews are to drink no more than 2 pints in the 24 hours before reporting for flying duties"
... and some days I really didn't want to drink anything at all ...
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Once drank 8 cans of Irn Bru one night as I was duty driver at a UAS training night and wondered what it would do to me. I recommend it. Much cheaper than LSD. Better than getting drunk because you don't wake up with a hangover. You don't wake up because you can't get to sleep. For days...
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teeteringhead,
Did it specify what the two pints actually were? Beer - whisky?!! The bog mindels!
I seem to remember the 'SDO shall drink.....' thing was removed from the rules a while back - what spoil sports.
MT
Did it specify what the two pints actually were? Beer - whisky?!! The bog mindels!
I seem to remember the 'SDO shall drink.....' thing was removed from the rules a while back - what spoil sports.
MT
...Ah yes, but I do beilieve that the rule was changed to:
"The OO and SDO are to drink in moderation..."
...now if only I could get the PMC to rename the bar 'Moderation'!
"The OO and SDO are to drink in moderation..."
...now if only I could get the PMC to rename the bar 'Moderation'!
