Pull up a sandbag ~ "I remember when..
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When you had the authority to lock somebody up in the Guardroom for insubordination or disobedience without 'senior' approval and the threat of getting sued
When ext 252 was the SWO's or Guardroom's phone number
When bicycle sheds actually protected you from the elements when having a shag after a NAAFI dance
When H&S, EO, DM, PC, IIP, NAS, CNW, was a million miles away
When it was better than working for a living!
When ext 252 was the SWO's or Guardroom's phone number
When bicycle sheds actually protected you from the elements when having a shag after a NAAFI dance
When H&S, EO, DM, PC, IIP, NAS, CNW, was a million miles away
When it was better than working for a living!
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When "Pay 2000" was a concept, rather than an instruction fed into the JPA uber-server.......suffixed by "and fcuk the rest of them" 
...when you earned your B-cat route by getting your checker gubbed and laid...
...(female) batties that brought you hangover-strength coffee on a saturday morning...and offered 'sympathetic relief' if you hadn't pulled the night before...
...dining-in night shenanigans, when the (blue-suit) mess manger would encourage or even help you set up the flour-bombs/trip wires/top-table spray-pipe/exploding plants, rather than today's (civvy) variety that invariably try to hinder such practices...
...bosses that instigated or ordered piano-burning, instead of vetoing same...
...Stn Cdrs that could see the funny side of finding their car upside-down in their parking slot...
...Spraying a fine mist of water under the locked door of your mate's room whilst he is on leave, then using the 'blow' end of the cleaning-cupboard hoover to deliver generous helping of cress seeds all over his carpet...
...when presenting yourself and cheque-book to (smirking) mess manager was more than enough to atone for the above, rather than yourself and hat to (irate) PMC...
...when using ingenious and hastily constructed straw contraption to 'steal' beer from the mess bar pumps after the shutters had come down for the night (with full intention of reimbursement the following Monday) didn't lead to lengthy and probing RAFP inquiry...
Them were the days...
...when you earned your B-cat route by getting your checker gubbed and laid...
...(female) batties that brought you hangover-strength coffee on a saturday morning...and offered 'sympathetic relief' if you hadn't pulled the night before...
...dining-in night shenanigans, when the (blue-suit) mess manger would encourage or even help you set up the flour-bombs/trip wires/top-table spray-pipe/exploding plants, rather than today's (civvy) variety that invariably try to hinder such practices...
...bosses that instigated or ordered piano-burning, instead of vetoing same...
...Stn Cdrs that could see the funny side of finding their car upside-down in their parking slot...
...Spraying a fine mist of water under the locked door of your mate's room whilst he is on leave, then using the 'blow' end of the cleaning-cupboard hoover to deliver generous helping of cress seeds all over his carpet...
...when presenting yourself and cheque-book to (smirking) mess manager was more than enough to atone for the above, rather than yourself and hat to (irate) PMC...
...when using ingenious and hastily constructed straw contraption to 'steal' beer from the mess bar pumps after the shutters had come down for the night (with full intention of reimbursement the following Monday) didn't lead to lengthy and probing RAFP inquiry...
Them were the days...
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I congratulate you on your imaginative use of CmDS (Cress Munitions Delivery System). A similar twist would be to unscrew the back of someone's telly and insert a couple of frozen fish..
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I knew somebody who did something far worse.....chap about to set off for 4 month det in MPA, rather foolishly left his (unlocked) suitcase in the mess foyer whilst awaiting wheels to BZZ. Said wag thought it'd be a great wheeze to empty an out-of-date tin of anchovies into said suitcase, in the full knowledge that it wouldn't be opened again for around 24hrs whilst in transit to MPA.
His description of the ensuing smell which permeated every item of his clothing (and, I'm led to believe, the whole accom block) was nauseating enough in itself...
And then there's the 'CS tabs in the cigar lighter' trick...
His description of the ensuing smell which permeated every item of his clothing (and, I'm led to believe, the whole accom block) was nauseating enough in itself...
And then there's the 'CS tabs in the cigar lighter' trick...
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Veteran's weekend in Blackpool, June 2008.
Ok, we can shuffle the tables about and make a long row.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/l...re/7214708.stm
And say, I remember when..
And can you imagine the scene the morning after? The gutters full of 55 year olds and the air still heavy with the sound of old scores being settled the night before.
THWACK! "Thats for that time in 1978, you bast
rd, when you swapped your minging gas plug with my shiny one."
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/l...re/7214708.stm
And say, I remember when..
And can you imagine the scene the morning after? The gutters full of 55 year olds and the air still heavy with the sound of old scores being settled the night before.
THWACK! "Thats for that time in 1978, you bast
rd, when you swapped your minging gas plug with my shiny one."
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Finningley.................1985-1991
...........You could catch a blue bus from outside the camp all the way to Donny for just 10p (Salutation, Baccus, et al not forgetting the Halcross for last one before the last bus)
Taceval. As an SACW receiving an extra Duty Chaperone for getting caught by the sector rosser with 2 pillows and a pot noodle in my 14 day kit bag
Staying on the bus until the next stop to avoid the SWO who was hiding behind the camp gates with his big stick (I'd rather be late for work than face him!!)
The horrible lady in the NAFFI shop who wouldn't cash a cheque for more than a tenner!!
The milk man giving me a lift to work on the back of his float, and letting me take a yoghurt and bottle of fresh orange as I dismounted
The Pigs Bar at 5pm.......
The Cpls Club bring an erk 12 O'Clock once a month
Painting the stones white and the grass green for AFIs
Standing on gate guard with a pick axe handle
WRAF Admin
10 Main Street.......
Sneaking round the perry track to Finningley village chinese takeaway
Finningley Airshows
Sausage rolls from The NAFFI Wagon
Never seeing the FS unless it was for a bollocking
A gash trip in a Jet Provost (with a state 1!!)
Nijmegen training, which involved walking to and from Flt Lt Dick Wrights house,(in the middle of nowhere) why I don't know??
Aircrew feeder leftovers every morning
A Stn Cdr who used to pop in for a brew (Gp Capt Pitchfork)
GREAT..................thanks for the memories Finningley, my first and best posting to date
Taceval. As an SACW receiving an extra Duty Chaperone for getting caught by the sector rosser with 2 pillows and a pot noodle in my 14 day kit bag
Staying on the bus until the next stop to avoid the SWO who was hiding behind the camp gates with his big stick (I'd rather be late for work than face him!!)
The horrible lady in the NAFFI shop who wouldn't cash a cheque for more than a tenner!!
The milk man giving me a lift to work on the back of his float, and letting me take a yoghurt and bottle of fresh orange as I dismounted
The Pigs Bar at 5pm.......
The Cpls Club bring an erk 12 O'Clock once a month
Painting the stones white and the grass green for AFIs
Standing on gate guard with a pick axe handle
WRAF Admin
10 Main Street.......
Sneaking round the perry track to Finningley village chinese takeaway
Finningley Airshows
Sausage rolls from The NAFFI Wagon
Never seeing the FS unless it was for a bollocking
A gash trip in a Jet Provost (with a state 1!!)
Nijmegen training, which involved walking to and from Flt Lt Dick Wrights house,(in the middle of nowhere) why I don't know??
Aircrew feeder leftovers every morning
A Stn Cdr who used to pop in for a brew (Gp Capt Pitchfork)
GREAT..................thanks for the memories Finningley, my first and best posting to date
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Stanley - 1984 (sorry for the banter):
- F4 QRA from the tin strip
- The Life of Brian
- The Coastel (aka The Sperm Bank)
- Tea and toasted tea cakes at San Carlos with the Army's finest
- Blazing Darts
- Minefields
- Boxing Day races at Stanley, sitting on the Sqn Landy bonnet with a G&T
- Settlement visits on a Q1 off
- Jim Davidson's show
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The pigs bar opening at 10am.
Having 3 or 4 pints before we started work on the line and no one batting an eyelid..
The line shift times morning 6am - 12pm.
Afternoon shift 12pm - er sometimes 1201 if foggy. Usually 5pm mon - thursday. Friday normally 12pm - 2pm unless you were on towing, then normally the local lads would do it for you if you wanted to travel home.
I have to pinch myself sometimes that I actually did those shift times..
Having 3 or 4 pints before we started work on the line and no one batting an eyelid..
The line shift times morning 6am - 12pm.
Afternoon shift 12pm - er sometimes 1201 if foggy. Usually 5pm mon - thursday. Friday normally 12pm - 2pm unless you were on towing, then normally the local lads would do it for you if you wanted to travel home.
I have to pinch myself sometimes that I actually did those shift times..
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The people who were trying to blow us up spoke the same language.
Mally Club Gutersloh. Sunday papers with a hideous hangover.
Stn Cdrs had time to know their people.
"Fun" was allowed.
A crash was a crash, nothing more. Lots of free beer and tales of daring do.
At least six 4 tonne trucks would make a detour to Martkauf between the main gate and a deployed flying sites.
Mally Club Gutersloh. Sunday papers with a hideous hangover.
Stn Cdrs had time to know their people.
"Fun" was allowed.
A crash was a crash, nothing more. Lots of free beer and tales of daring do.
At least six 4 tonne trucks would make a detour to Martkauf between the main gate and a deployed flying sites.
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Sorry if it's been mentioned before but I haven't read everything:
Taceval at Lossie, commencing at 17:30 the same day as the annual raft race! Most of the station was out of their trees!
Taceval at Lossie the year or two later when all the jets were on bolthole because the runway was being replaced. Allegedly the scene at the guard room was a classic
DiStaff: Right, start generating aircraft!
Ord Sgt: Could be a long trip Sir, the nearest one is Waddington.....
Taceval at Lossie, commencing at 17:30 the same day as the annual raft race! Most of the station was out of their trees!
Taceval at Lossie the year or two later when all the jets were on bolthole because the runway was being replaced. Allegedly the scene at the guard room was a classic
DiStaff: Right, start generating aircraft!
Ord Sgt: Could be a long trip Sir, the nearest one is Waddington.....
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Ogre, "Taceval at Lossie, commencing at 17:30 the same day as the annual raft race! Most of the station was out of their trees!"
I remember that Sunday very well. OK I wasn't at the raft race but I was playing cricket on base against a local visiting team of civvies. We were winning as well. How to explain to them that they had to leave..... Got to work to find that I was one of the only sober people there, Bu**er.
Who would imagine that they would pull a Taceval on the weekend of the raft race? Damn Russkies!
Mind you it was beaten by being Taceval Pt 1'd on 7 occasions within 11 days when I was on a "Repair" (anag) Sqn at BZN in the late 1980s.
Mac
I remember that Sunday very well. OK I wasn't at the raft race but I was playing cricket on base against a local visiting team of civvies. We were winning as well. How to explain to them that they had to leave..... Got to work to find that I was one of the only sober people there, Bu**er.
Who would imagine that they would pull a Taceval on the weekend of the raft race? Damn Russkies!
Mind you it was beaten by being Taceval Pt 1'd on 7 occasions within 11 days when I was on a "Repair" (anag) Sqn at BZN in the late 1980s.
Mac
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Batmen at Thornėy who would ask on Sunday morning, "Tea for 2 sir?
Batties at Cottesmore who could give light relief whilst serving tea in the morning.
An accountant meeting the aircraft at Luqa ready to issue an 'easy five' on the paybook.
When it was impossible not to get laid in Seoul.
Batties at Cottesmore who could give light relief whilst serving tea in the morning.
An accountant meeting the aircraft at Luqa ready to issue an 'easy five' on the paybook.
When it was impossible not to get laid in Seoul.
Being ordered !! to drink beer by my German Navy boss on 'A'Sqn at TTTE.
Avoiding a liney bath as I'd helped get the beer for a block party.
Watching Liney's and Adminer's having a punch up.- Liney's won 10-0 !
Being able to TACEVAL your flt cndrs MQ.
When the threat of seeing the MT Flt Sgt made sure I did the DI's on ATC'S rover !
When I could fall asleep on a gate, near Bury St Edmunds, with an SLR, and 20 rounds, for 20 mins and get away with it.
When the only computer's on station were in the nav's bag.
Flight planning cricket was the only game to play and doing a CALF amendment meant getting a day off from my oppo.
Smoking the Staish's fags at his cricket match, and drinking his beer.
Avoiding a liney bath as I'd helped get the beer for a block party.
Watching Liney's and Adminer's having a punch up.- Liney's won 10-0 !
Being able to TACEVAL your flt cndrs MQ.
When the threat of seeing the MT Flt Sgt made sure I did the DI's on ATC'S rover !
When I could fall asleep on a gate, near Bury St Edmunds, with an SLR, and 20 rounds, for 20 mins and get away with it.
When the only computer's on station were in the nav's bag.
Flight planning cricket was the only game to play and doing a CALF amendment meant getting a day off from my oppo.
Smoking the Staish's fags at his cricket match, and drinking his beer.
I don't own this space under my name. I should have leased it while I still could
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Originally Posted by Co Pirate
involved walking to and from Flt Lt Dick Wrights house,(in the middle of nowhere) why I don't know??
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Aged 16 going through Swinderby and not needing to shave once.
Having a fight in the Block with a Plod recruit and winning.
Meeting same Plod recruit as an A/CPL and being charged by him (he had a father after all .. who knew ??)
Lincoln Brayford branch of Natwest
TTF at Shawbury, the Ellie and Castle.
When the Car Park in front of the JRM at Kinloss was a Tennis Court.
Bodysurfing Teen Wolf style on the ATC Sherpa round the ISK northern loop.
Metpads for the hourly weather on the switchboard.
Rimming the evil Flt Sgts mug on many an occasion, same Flt Sgt later had a heart attack and got a Congratulations card from the Assistants ..
When Air Traffic Assistants at ISK wore DPM jackets and peaked caps to work.
When the obnoxious holding Plt Off ordering me about as I was trying to file a flight plan was told by SAOC to make his own tea because "he (the SAC (me)) doesnt make tea for people with less promotions than him" .. thanks Drew ..
Nearly crashing the Ops Corsa on the ISK loop road, where 34,42 and 47 were stored at the time .. and I didnt even have my driving licence.
ISK detachment folders .. pain in the a**e to make up.
Phoning for slots through Veule.
When getting an extra DCS (!) for a favoured crew was not a problem.
Popping into Inflight after the Capercaillie Club Naafi bop, seeing your mate and getting fed.
Having to help him make up the doggy boxes for said feed.
Volunteering for RAFG and being asked which camp I wanted.
Getting to Wilders three weeks later, not making it into work the next day.
Getting to Wilders aged 18 and not remembering much for the next two years.
The arrival doo at the Bird Room.
All the dutch women in the Bruggen Bop.
The nights in the Deafin Inn.
The First Post and its bowling Alley.
The block BBQ where we had to start burning furniture .. Burgers that tasted of Pledge.
92 Sqn Lineys letting me marshall a toom in and out of the complex.
92 Sqn Lineys in general.
The attitude of the F4 aircrew, mad as badgers.
Running around the F4 desk changing from TRA to TRA and suspecting they crew were doing it just to keep me busy !!
Then going onto the Transit desk and screwing up the prenote for C-IN -C RAFG going somewhere .. interesting interview with the Boss.
Why is the word Bandbox familiar ??
The last (and slowest) Battle Flight scramble.
The End of Meda Wake .. 13 Oct 91 .. still have the stein.
The Harem .. waiting for the shift change.
The Brittania stewardesses on the trooper flights.
When above all else getting the job done and having fun along the way were a way of life.
(After Wilders the service was never the same for me)
Having a fight in the Block with a Plod recruit and winning.
Meeting same Plod recruit as an A/CPL and being charged by him (he had a father after all .. who knew ??)
Lincoln Brayford branch of Natwest
TTF at Shawbury, the Ellie and Castle.
When the Car Park in front of the JRM at Kinloss was a Tennis Court.
Bodysurfing Teen Wolf style on the ATC Sherpa round the ISK northern loop.
Metpads for the hourly weather on the switchboard.
Rimming the evil Flt Sgts mug on many an occasion, same Flt Sgt later had a heart attack and got a Congratulations card from the Assistants ..
When Air Traffic Assistants at ISK wore DPM jackets and peaked caps to work.
When the obnoxious holding Plt Off ordering me about as I was trying to file a flight plan was told by SAOC to make his own tea because "he (the SAC (me)) doesnt make tea for people with less promotions than him" .. thanks Drew ..
Nearly crashing the Ops Corsa on the ISK loop road, where 34,42 and 47 were stored at the time .. and I didnt even have my driving licence.
ISK detachment folders .. pain in the a**e to make up.
Phoning for slots through Veule.
When getting an extra DCS (!) for a favoured crew was not a problem.
Popping into Inflight after the Capercaillie Club Naafi bop, seeing your mate and getting fed.
Having to help him make up the doggy boxes for said feed.
Volunteering for RAFG and being asked which camp I wanted.
Getting to Wilders three weeks later, not making it into work the next day.
Getting to Wilders aged 18 and not remembering much for the next two years.
The arrival doo at the Bird Room.
All the dutch women in the Bruggen Bop.
The nights in the Deafin Inn.
The First Post and its bowling Alley.
The block BBQ where we had to start burning furniture .. Burgers that tasted of Pledge.
92 Sqn Lineys letting me marshall a toom in and out of the complex.
92 Sqn Lineys in general.
The attitude of the F4 aircrew, mad as badgers.
Running around the F4 desk changing from TRA to TRA and suspecting they crew were doing it just to keep me busy !!
Then going onto the Transit desk and screwing up the prenote for C-IN -C RAFG going somewhere .. interesting interview with the Boss.
Why is the word Bandbox familiar ??
The last (and slowest) Battle Flight scramble.
The End of Meda Wake .. 13 Oct 91 .. still have the stein.
The Harem .. waiting for the shift change.
The Brittania stewardesses on the trooper flights.
When above all else getting the job done and having fun along the way were a way of life.
(After Wilders the service was never the same for me)
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