Mrs Bloggs 'At Home' Etiquette/Protocols
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Wander, and by 2000 every man and his dog with access to the Strike Command printers had printed cards - Flt Lt P Prune, Ops X 3, HQ etc etc which they would drop wherever they visited.
Someone gave me one of those RAF 'business' cards once - it wasn't even printed on proper card....
Anyway, back to the thread - still wondering how Mrs Bloggs' grand-daughter grew up...
Anyway, back to the thread - still wondering how Mrs Bloggs' grand-daughter grew up...
Cards!
The Met Office, in its remorseless drive to forget what it was invented for, decided c. 1980 to issue all regional P Met Os [and both C Met Os] with business cards.
I am guessing that, of a print run of, say 100, for each post I filled: 1 Group Bawtry, Leeds Weather Centre, Cardiff Weather Centre, HQRAFG and Brize, I dropped a round dozen in total, ever.
I wish that I had kept them, to use as notelets, reminders and thin wedges.
Daft.
My solicitor has instructed me to say nothing on the subject of Miss Bloggs, even if I knew anything, which I deny.
The Met Office, in its remorseless drive to forget what it was invented for, decided c. 1980 to issue all regional P Met Os [and both C Met Os] with business cards.
I am guessing that, of a print run of, say 100, for each post I filled: 1 Group Bawtry, Leeds Weather Centre, Cardiff Weather Centre, HQRAFG and Brize, I dropped a round dozen in total, ever.
I wish that I had kept them, to use as notelets, reminders and thin wedges.
Daft.
My solicitor has instructed me to say nothing on the subject of Miss Bloggs, even if I knew anything, which I deny.
Last edited by langleybaston; 2nd Apr 2017 at 14:07. Reason: addendum
...to say nothing on the subject of Miss Bloggs, even if I knew anything...
How nice to meet a bus-spotter. And do you do single deckers as well as your doubles and bendies? If you get bored there are always Eddie Stobarts of course.
I've had some very interesting discussions about tephigrams, contrail formation and mixing condensation levels. Admittedly, it never got me anything other than a nice certificate, but it was more interesting than buses. I'm more an Underground man myself.
How can an 'At home' 'Regrets only' run to 31 pages?
Dress? Well, she's clearly a bit formal but the dress should suit the occasion:
Evg: Lounge suit.
Day: Lightweight, blazer, sports jacket, planters.
Tie? refer to line 2 - probably yes.
(If she wants morning, white tie, DJ she'd say so.)
I'm only a working class boy and I can figure that out . . .
Have to say that the first time one of our children received an 'At home' I did an
and explained.
Dress? Well, she's clearly a bit formal but the dress should suit the occasion:
Evg: Lounge suit.
Day: Lightweight, blazer, sports jacket, planters.
Tie? refer to line 2 - probably yes.
(If she wants morning, white tie, DJ she'd say so.)
I'm only a working class boy and I can figure that out . . .
Have to say that the first time one of our children received an 'At home' I did an
and explained.
I don't own this space under my name. I should have leased it while I still could
Lounge suit, oh, so noughties, seems to have declined to sweater, no tie now though a jacket is still a possibility.
This change of standards no doubt following the dress down that we see on the TV every night.
Mind you, with the Donald, ties may make a come back. Power fashion suggests single colour tied long so the tie covers the fly viz Tony Bliar and the Donald.
This change of standards no doubt following the dress down that we see on the TV every night.
Mind you, with the Donald, ties may make a come back. Power fashion suggests single colour tied long so the tie covers the fly viz Tony Bliar and the Donald.
Gentleman Aviator
access to the Strike Command printers had printed cards
Literally days before I finally finally retired last year, I received a new box of compliments slips. Must be hundreds of the things. Blank on the back, make excellent note pads/shopping lists or similar. Many thanks (in my case) Cranwell Graphics - they'll keep me in scrap paper for years.
Most recent/wackiest use? Turned (with the help of scissors and sellotape) into a moebius strip to amaze the Grandteeterette - well she had just got a cup for maths at school!!
Ecce Homo! Loquitur...
Digressing slightly - California is the only place I've ever received an official invite stating no suits, jackets or ties. They took their casual seriously.........
California casual? For the final Dining-Out night during my time on Exchange there many years back, the Squadron Commander ruled that dress for the chaps would be "Business Suits." This caused so much consternation amongst blokes saying they did not own one that the instruction changed to "Mess Dress" - for they all had that.
Aussie formal?
Some RAAF mates were guests at a barbi' in the UK a couple of years ago. Noting the chilly weather and overcast sky, one chap turned to his hostess and announced "We're not used to having to wear sweaters at a barbi' - in Oz it's usually just singlets and thongs!"
There was a sharp intake of breath from the hostess - until it was explained to her that 'thongs' are also the Oz term for flip-flops!
Some RAAF mates were guests at a barbi' in the UK a couple of years ago. Noting the chilly weather and overcast sky, one chap turned to his hostess and announced "We're not used to having to wear sweaters at a barbi' - in Oz it's usually just singlets and thongs!"
There was a sharp intake of breath from the hostess - until it was explained to her that 'thongs' are also the Oz term for flip-flops!
Never forget an American colonel from Alconbury turning up to a wing party in our MQ at Wyton in jeans, cowboy boots and leather bomber style jacket, and he and his fellow colonels and their ladies all pushed off at about 9.30 pm, even before the desserts were out
AFCENT had a permanent Met Subcommittee, primarily in the hunt for the elusive interoperability, which was no nearer achievement after many years.
To be honest, the meetings were jollies, with colonels and majors, civvies and sidekicks and of course a "Ladies Programme". Versailles, Ramstein, Lahr, Heidleberg, round and round it went.
Then came JHQ with the Brits hosting. My boss, SASO Tim Thorn, decided that we would wow the assembled hordes so I was give free reign, culminating with a dinner in the Mess, with all the silver, flower ladies, band and the dogs danglers.
The briefing for the AFCENT meeting which was issued about 6 weeks in advance was careful to stress "lounge suits" in order to find a lowest common denominator. It was not low enough.
Waste of breath. Among the sartorial rudenesses [which is what it was] appeared a lime green ill- fitting "sport coat" on a German, no tie on a USA field ranking officer, ladies in jeans, a rustic pullover and mansandals.
In those days we had proper RAF professional catering and Mess staff. God only knows what rabble they thought they were entertaining. SASO was kind enough to gloss over it, but the Mess WO never looked at me thereafter without glazed eyes.
To be honest, the meetings were jollies, with colonels and majors, civvies and sidekicks and of course a "Ladies Programme". Versailles, Ramstein, Lahr, Heidleberg, round and round it went.
Then came JHQ with the Brits hosting. My boss, SASO Tim Thorn, decided that we would wow the assembled hordes so I was give free reign, culminating with a dinner in the Mess, with all the silver, flower ladies, band and the dogs danglers.
The briefing for the AFCENT meeting which was issued about 6 weeks in advance was careful to stress "lounge suits" in order to find a lowest common denominator. It was not low enough.
Waste of breath. Among the sartorial rudenesses [which is what it was] appeared a lime green ill- fitting "sport coat" on a German, no tie on a USA field ranking officer, ladies in jeans, a rustic pullover and mansandals.
In those days we had proper RAF professional catering and Mess staff. God only knows what rabble they thought they were entertaining. SASO was kind enough to gloss over it, but the Mess WO never looked at me thereafter without glazed eyes.
It was the custom at larger stations for OC Admin, or even the staish, to host a top table for the Command Accounts Inspection Team. On one station that had better remain nameless, we all turned up in suits and ties as did the hosts, except Mrs OC Admin, who arrived in a low cut top and toreador pants! She then, in a voice that would have cut concrete, described her husband's small sailing boat being dragged to the bottom by the Sandbanks chain ferry, and rising leviathan-like from the depths on the ferry's return trip. Could have died for the guy.
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How does cutting concrete equate with cut glass?
Just curious where this fits with perceived pronunciation.
Just curious where this fits with perceived pronunciation.