Tipsy and Wurz - Top Table Tales?
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Old MacDonald Had a Farm...in Greek
Out in Cyprus for 3 years in the early 90's, I got involved in archaeology, excavating with the Cyprus Dept of Antiquities & the WSBA Arch Soc.
At season end, there would be a dig party involving the full strata of Cypriot culture. The Dig Directors (professors), the professional forman & surveyors, the drivers, the students, the locally hired workforce, and the brit volunteers (us lot).
Everyone brought what they could to the table, and the Cypriot way is to finish up with a sing-song.
I remembered one of my Dad's old Flanders & Swann records, where Donald Swann sang a greek folk song and decided to learn and perform it.
It is 'similar' to Old MacDonald had a farm, in that it involves farmyard animals, you add one animal with every chorus, and you do the animal sound.
το κοκοράκι
Όταν θα πάω κυρά μου στο παζάρι
θα σ'αγοράσω ενα κοκοράκι
το κοκοράκι κικιρικικι να σε ξυπνάει καθέ πρωΐ
Enough of that, switching to phonetics:-
To Kokoraki (The Cockerel)
Otan tha pow, kiramou sto bazari
Tha sagarasso ena Kokoraki
To Kokoraki, ki-ki-ri-ki-ki!
Tha sepsig nigh ka theh prowee
Rough translation:-
Tomorrow, I will take you (my lady) to market
And I will buy you a cockerel
The cockerel will sing Ki-ki-ri-ki-ki
To wake you in the morning
Repeat and add animals:-
To petinari - Tchou tchou
E cotula - Ko Ko Ko
E artula - neow neow
To skilaki - gaff gaff
To arnaki - baa baa
To urunaki - oink oink
To graduraki - eeyore
By the time I was re-visiting Akrotiri as an ascoteer, I was known as 'To Kokoraki' and would perform at kebab houses - guaranteed extra free kokkinelli. Cynically, if you mix up the last two animals, and tell a greek taverna owner, in his own language, in song, that a Donkey goes 'Oink Oink' and a Pig goes 'Eyeore', they will roll about on the floor and give you even more kokkinelli.
Donald Swann's version:-
Random YouTube Greek version:-
Por sa skilaki parathiro, gaff gaff?
(The one with the waggerly tail)
At season end, there would be a dig party involving the full strata of Cypriot culture. The Dig Directors (professors), the professional forman & surveyors, the drivers, the students, the locally hired workforce, and the brit volunteers (us lot).
Everyone brought what they could to the table, and the Cypriot way is to finish up with a sing-song.
I remembered one of my Dad's old Flanders & Swann records, where Donald Swann sang a greek folk song and decided to learn and perform it.
It is 'similar' to Old MacDonald had a farm, in that it involves farmyard animals, you add one animal with every chorus, and you do the animal sound.
το κοκοράκι
Όταν θα πάω κυρά μου στο παζάρι
θα σ'αγοράσω ενα κοκοράκι
το κοκοράκι κικιρικικι να σε ξυπνάει καθέ πρωΐ
Enough of that, switching to phonetics:-
To Kokoraki (The Cockerel)
Otan tha pow, kiramou sto bazari
Tha sagarasso ena Kokoraki
To Kokoraki, ki-ki-ri-ki-ki!
Tha sepsig nigh ka theh prowee
Rough translation:-
Tomorrow, I will take you (my lady) to market
And I will buy you a cockerel
The cockerel will sing Ki-ki-ri-ki-ki
To wake you in the morning
Repeat and add animals:-
To petinari - Tchou tchou
E cotula - Ko Ko Ko
E artula - neow neow
To skilaki - gaff gaff
To arnaki - baa baa
To urunaki - oink oink
To graduraki - eeyore
By the time I was re-visiting Akrotiri as an ascoteer, I was known as 'To Kokoraki' and would perform at kebab houses - guaranteed extra free kokkinelli. Cynically, if you mix up the last two animals, and tell a greek taverna owner, in his own language, in song, that a Donkey goes 'Oink Oink' and a Pig goes 'Eyeore', they will roll about on the floor and give you even more kokkinelli.
Donald Swann's version:-
Random YouTube Greek version:-
Por sa skilaki parathiro, gaff gaff?
(The one with the waggerly tail)
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That went down well, too cultured for you?
I haven’t got a great deal of stories on Wurz at work. Did he actually do any? I think that possibly Wurzel fancied himself more as a consultant executive Ground Engineer, (a bit like a Flt Engineer) or as we workmates say ‘He talks a good job’. And he talks it so well there are many who think he a real star (Oh no we don’t!) Got a couple of work stories though.
DIRCM in Bits - Tipsy & Wurz in Afghanistan
There was the time when Wurzel was summoned to the Avionic Trade Managers Office, to see T****e after an official complaint was made about the condition of a DIRCM head received unserviceable by the manufacturers.
Well, what happened was, out in Kabul, the head had completely seized, rock solid, and as the mounting flange is like a sprocket, we couldn't get access to the bolts. We had to ease it off, one flat at a time. So far, so good.
But we couldn’t get the bolts off the old DIRCM head to fit the new one. Nil stock, of course. Now, as Senior GE, Tipsy helpfully found some bolts in the floor panels that were nearly the right thread, and almost long enough, and we’d only lose a bit of cabin pressure, but Wurzel wasn’t happy.
This was business for an Avionics specialist. So we decided to dismantle the old head to try and get the motor off. Our quarter of a million pound DIRCM head was down to its component parts by the time we got to the pissy little motor that had seized, and we decided that the manufacturers would have to change this motor anyway, and would probably be delighted to receive it in this condition.
We were wrong. And Wurzel wasn't going to wriggle out of this one. Nothing to do but offer apologies.
PS. Bit of advice to any beginners out there, if you've spent a hard days work with your oppo, and he leaves you to do the paperwork and goes to the bar to tell the crew what a good job he's done...
Put his name on the 731 U/S label and forge his signature.
I haven’t got a great deal of stories on Wurz at work. Did he actually do any? I think that possibly Wurzel fancied himself more as a consultant executive Ground Engineer, (a bit like a Flt Engineer) or as we workmates say ‘He talks a good job’. And he talks it so well there are many who think he a real star (Oh no we don’t!) Got a couple of work stories though.
DIRCM in Bits - Tipsy & Wurz in Afghanistan
There was the time when Wurzel was summoned to the Avionic Trade Managers Office, to see T****e after an official complaint was made about the condition of a DIRCM head received unserviceable by the manufacturers.
Well, what happened was, out in Kabul, the head had completely seized, rock solid, and as the mounting flange is like a sprocket, we couldn't get access to the bolts. We had to ease it off, one flat at a time. So far, so good.
But we couldn’t get the bolts off the old DIRCM head to fit the new one. Nil stock, of course. Now, as Senior GE, Tipsy helpfully found some bolts in the floor panels that were nearly the right thread, and almost long enough, and we’d only lose a bit of cabin pressure, but Wurzel wasn’t happy.
This was business for an Avionics specialist. So we decided to dismantle the old head to try and get the motor off. Our quarter of a million pound DIRCM head was down to its component parts by the time we got to the pissy little motor that had seized, and we decided that the manufacturers would have to change this motor anyway, and would probably be delighted to receive it in this condition.
We were wrong. And Wurzel wasn't going to wriggle out of this one. Nothing to do but offer apologies.
PS. Bit of advice to any beginners out there, if you've spent a hard days work with your oppo, and he leaves you to do the paperwork and goes to the bar to tell the crew what a good job he's done...
Put his name on the 731 U/S label and forge his signature.
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Bay 17 - 20 (Steve Ox) Your ex- sister in law gets a mention soon...in the same Wurzel story that Country Calls features.
But a hatrick of early appo stories first
Swinderby Basic Training - 1977
One week into Tipsy's RAF career, he was ordered to be escort for his mate's charge, and was standing at ease in the corridor as the Discip Cpl prepared. Along the corridor comes the presiding officer with an armful of paperwork. Tipsy snapped smartly to attention, ruffled the carpet between his feet, officer went arse over tit, throwing all his paperwork into the air. By the time he had regained his composure, Tipsy had unruffled the carpet, and the officer said ‘Silly me’.
RAF Halton Tech Training- late 70's
After snowfall at Halton, the Apprentices and Direct Entrants took part in a massive snowball fight across Henderson parade square. Chasing the DE's back to their barrack blocks, some windows got smashed. Later on, after rehydration in Henderson NAAFI, Tipsy and a couple of mates staggered back up to Anson Block. Chunky H*******n said 'I bet you can't hit that lamp post from here', and he was proved right, none of them could. However, the Ord Sgt was on the prowl, and decided he had got the guilty men, and they were all charged with vandalism...or..'Throwing Iceballs at RAF Property'
Up in front Officer Commanding Student Wing (the very same chap who took the Lightning for a circuit) Tipsy got a £5 fine (two days pay?)
As was the fashion in those days, probably taught at Cranwell, the presiding officer had Tipsy marched out & then marched back in again
'Where are you from, son?’
‘Reading Sir’
‘I suppose you don’t get much vandalism in Reading’
‘Not while I’m at Halton, Sir’
Anson Block fire
A legendary incident. One appo entry bricked up Finlay Gym, another entry dragged a helicopter up Halton Hill, another drove to Whipsnade Zoo and cut a massive cock on the chalk lion, visible for years.
Tipsy's lot burnt the block down.
After one of many end of course piss-ups, Tipsy & his chums ended up with takeaways in the unofficial common room - the Discip Cpl's office. After much larking around, and on the night that G**g S*****w discovered that his girlfriend was at the 'wrong time of the month', but only when he came in from the bushes (Everyone else spotted the signs first) it was time for bed.
The subsequent investigation decided that a discarded cigarette butt in the bin caused a fire to develop, causing a tin of blue floor polish next to it to heat up & explode. Additional fuel for the inferno was provided by the Discip Cpl's No1 uniform & porn collection.
Now Tipsy was in the room opposite the fire...with his girlfriend. Hearing the alarm, he opened the door to a wall of flame and slammed it shut to save his now smouldering pubes. And to make doubly sure (being pissed), he locked the door so that the nasty fire couldn't get in (and nor could the nice firemen). The window was one of those that hinged in the middle and only opened about 30 degrees. Tipsy's lithe girlfriend slipped out and jumped without incident, but Tipsy's escape was less successful. Placing a little too much weight on the window as he climbed onto the sill, he ripped the entire assembly from the wall and fell backwards through the sink. He was now sat on the floor amongst a sea of broken glass and porcelain...still in the block, with a severed achilles tendon, and other random lacerations. But he managed to climb up and jump to safety.
An ambulance was called but through impatience, J***y S****t decided it my be better if he drank drive (drunk drove?) to the Med Centre. Well it was all go at the Med Centre, as the medics refused them access as they had had an emergency call out, and off they went, leaving our heroes in the car park.
Order was restored, almost, as a drunk Wing Cmdr put 98 stitches, closing the lacerations, but not noticing the tendon damage. Something that would haunt Tipsy for years to come.
After all was done and dusted, some joker changed the nameplate of the block to 'Arson Block', the remainder of the course marched up & down Halton Hill singing 'Halton's burning..'
And Tipsy & his mates were soley responsible for the removal of blue floor polish from the RAF!
More to follow, keep bumping & commenting if you're enjoying yourselves.
But a hatrick of early appo stories first
Swinderby Basic Training - 1977
One week into Tipsy's RAF career, he was ordered to be escort for his mate's charge, and was standing at ease in the corridor as the Discip Cpl prepared. Along the corridor comes the presiding officer with an armful of paperwork. Tipsy snapped smartly to attention, ruffled the carpet between his feet, officer went arse over tit, throwing all his paperwork into the air. By the time he had regained his composure, Tipsy had unruffled the carpet, and the officer said ‘Silly me’.
RAF Halton Tech Training- late 70's
After snowfall at Halton, the Apprentices and Direct Entrants took part in a massive snowball fight across Henderson parade square. Chasing the DE's back to their barrack blocks, some windows got smashed. Later on, after rehydration in Henderson NAAFI, Tipsy and a couple of mates staggered back up to Anson Block. Chunky H*******n said 'I bet you can't hit that lamp post from here', and he was proved right, none of them could. However, the Ord Sgt was on the prowl, and decided he had got the guilty men, and they were all charged with vandalism...or..'Throwing Iceballs at RAF Property'
Up in front Officer Commanding Student Wing (the very same chap who took the Lightning for a circuit) Tipsy got a £5 fine (two days pay?)
As was the fashion in those days, probably taught at Cranwell, the presiding officer had Tipsy marched out & then marched back in again
'Where are you from, son?’
‘Reading Sir’
‘I suppose you don’t get much vandalism in Reading’
‘Not while I’m at Halton, Sir’
Anson Block fire
A legendary incident. One appo entry bricked up Finlay Gym, another entry dragged a helicopter up Halton Hill, another drove to Whipsnade Zoo and cut a massive cock on the chalk lion, visible for years.
Tipsy's lot burnt the block down.
After one of many end of course piss-ups, Tipsy & his chums ended up with takeaways in the unofficial common room - the Discip Cpl's office. After much larking around, and on the night that G**g S*****w discovered that his girlfriend was at the 'wrong time of the month', but only when he came in from the bushes (Everyone else spotted the signs first) it was time for bed.
The subsequent investigation decided that a discarded cigarette butt in the bin caused a fire to develop, causing a tin of blue floor polish next to it to heat up & explode. Additional fuel for the inferno was provided by the Discip Cpl's No1 uniform & porn collection.
Now Tipsy was in the room opposite the fire...with his girlfriend. Hearing the alarm, he opened the door to a wall of flame and slammed it shut to save his now smouldering pubes. And to make doubly sure (being pissed), he locked the door so that the nasty fire couldn't get in (and nor could the nice firemen). The window was one of those that hinged in the middle and only opened about 30 degrees. Tipsy's lithe girlfriend slipped out and jumped without incident, but Tipsy's escape was less successful. Placing a little too much weight on the window as he climbed onto the sill, he ripped the entire assembly from the wall and fell backwards through the sink. He was now sat on the floor amongst a sea of broken glass and porcelain...still in the block, with a severed achilles tendon, and other random lacerations. But he managed to climb up and jump to safety.
An ambulance was called but through impatience, J***y S****t decided it my be better if he drank drive (drunk drove?) to the Med Centre. Well it was all go at the Med Centre, as the medics refused them access as they had had an emergency call out, and off they went, leaving our heroes in the car park.
Order was restored, almost, as a drunk Wing Cmdr put 98 stitches, closing the lacerations, but not noticing the tendon damage. Something that would haunt Tipsy for years to come.
After all was done and dusted, some joker changed the nameplate of the block to 'Arson Block', the remainder of the course marched up & down Halton Hill singing 'Halton's burning..'
And Tipsy & his mates were soley responsible for the removal of blue floor polish from the RAF!
More to follow, keep bumping & commenting if you're enjoying yourselves.
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Tipsy.......
I was glad I was at the 'soon to be shut secret base in Rutland' when he arrived and promptly educated the young and impressionable lineys on how to conduct themselves in the NAAFI bar in the worst possible way......
I wish I was a fly on the wall when he popped into his Flt Sgt's office to inform him what 'extra-curricular' activities he'd been up to with his wife.....
I wish I was a fly on the wall when he popped into his Flt Sgt's office to inform him what 'extra-curricular' activities he'd been up to with his wife.....
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Belle & Sebastian - that one is coming soon, the second time that Country Calls gets a mention, here is the first:-
Wurzel - Trouble at the Bop - Lyneham 2009
If I listed the amount of times that this social hand grenade had been punched, we’d be here all night. Although it is surprising seeing as Wurzel claims to be a karate black belt. But that's no use if you've got a pint in one hand, and someone else's girlfriend's buttock in the other. And it's definitely no help if you’re crossing swords with W****e. Or more specifically, the equally formidable W****e’s ex-wife, and her 47AD boyfriend, and some of their friends.
But what really happened that night? When Wurzel followed the time honoured GE tradition of wasting police time. Well I was present for some of it.
Following a GE Top Table, the hardened drinkers decided to decamp to KJ’s, to show our Junior Ranks just how drunk we were, how rich & generous we were...and can we grope your girlfriends please? Maybe even show off our latest dance moves. And there’s W****e’s ex-wife, long since divorced from W****e, accompanied by some 47 AD friends. Never let it be said that a drunk GE would get the wrong end of the stick, but Wurzel excelled himself that night. Knowing that W****e was down route, but forgetting that she wasn’t his wife anymore, Wurz decided to protect her honour from those nasty Air Despatchers. Or maybe he had plans of his own. More likely, I think. Wurz decided to execute his plan using the medium of dance. Specifically a jive…with a woman twice his size.
If Wurz had paid more attention on those never ending Open University courses that he’s taken, he might have been more aware of the laws of physics. So there he was, underestimating the co-efficient of friction and flying across the bar like a tangential cosmic moon shot. His graceful flight across the bar slowed somewhat when his forehead met the corner of a table.
How we laughed. And no sooner had the dazed Wurzel landed, [Country Calls] kicked him in the face.
‘What did you do that for, [Country Calls]?’ I asked.’
'It’s the rules’ replied [Country Calls].
‘What rules? Pigs Bar rules? Rugby Club Rules? Special Forces GE Rules?’
‘I don’t make the rules’ replied [Country Calls].
Fair cop. Did Wurzel get punched later on? Who knows. But I blame the disgraceful RAF Police for not investigating a complaint from a respected Senior NCO…who was out of bounds…groping someone else’s girlfriend…so drunk he didn’t who had hit him, if indeed anyone had…and probably deserved it anyway. Something that the SWO explained to Wurzel, the next day
Wurzel - Trouble at the Bop - Lyneham 2009
If I listed the amount of times that this social hand grenade had been punched, we’d be here all night. Although it is surprising seeing as Wurzel claims to be a karate black belt. But that's no use if you've got a pint in one hand, and someone else's girlfriend's buttock in the other. And it's definitely no help if you’re crossing swords with W****e. Or more specifically, the equally formidable W****e’s ex-wife, and her 47AD boyfriend, and some of their friends.
But what really happened that night? When Wurzel followed the time honoured GE tradition of wasting police time. Well I was present for some of it.
Following a GE Top Table, the hardened drinkers decided to decamp to KJ’s, to show our Junior Ranks just how drunk we were, how rich & generous we were...and can we grope your girlfriends please? Maybe even show off our latest dance moves. And there’s W****e’s ex-wife, long since divorced from W****e, accompanied by some 47 AD friends. Never let it be said that a drunk GE would get the wrong end of the stick, but Wurzel excelled himself that night. Knowing that W****e was down route, but forgetting that she wasn’t his wife anymore, Wurz decided to protect her honour from those nasty Air Despatchers. Or maybe he had plans of his own. More likely, I think. Wurz decided to execute his plan using the medium of dance. Specifically a jive…with a woman twice his size.
If Wurz had paid more attention on those never ending Open University courses that he’s taken, he might have been more aware of the laws of physics. So there he was, underestimating the co-efficient of friction and flying across the bar like a tangential cosmic moon shot. His graceful flight across the bar slowed somewhat when his forehead met the corner of a table.
How we laughed. And no sooner had the dazed Wurzel landed, [Country Calls] kicked him in the face.
‘What did you do that for, [Country Calls]?’ I asked.’
'It’s the rules’ replied [Country Calls].
‘What rules? Pigs Bar rules? Rugby Club Rules? Special Forces GE Rules?’
‘I don’t make the rules’ replied [Country Calls].
Fair cop. Did Wurzel get punched later on? Who knows. But I blame the disgraceful RAF Police for not investigating a complaint from a respected Senior NCO…who was out of bounds…groping someone else’s girlfriend…so drunk he didn’t who had hit him, if indeed anyone had…and probably deserved it anyway. Something that the SWO explained to Wurzel, the next day
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Tipsy you mad coot, always thought you were an old salt - then saw you was at Swinderby 3 years after me!!!! bugger, I'll get my coat.....
All the best as a Civilian Gentleman fella
, twas a delight working with you,
Al H 'previous 47'
All the best as a Civilian Gentleman fella
, twas a delight working with you,Al H 'previous 47'
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After discussing with Wholigan the pros and cons of this thread I have re-opened it. So, without reasons whys and wherfores the thread can continue. All we ask is that you avoid stepping over the boundaries and consider who will be, or might be, reading not just this thread, but any thread and be offended by it. I perfectly understand mess life. I have enjoyed many years of banter, tricks and wonderful times like you. But we mods have a job to do and must respect what PPRuNe is about.
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May I be the first to thank you and Wholigan for the common sense shown here. This is a very amusing thread and given that I was present at the TT and knowing that I am to be crucified by some future anecdotes still to come, all I can say is bring it on. I am also sure that the main protagonists will ensure that the wrath of the Mods is no longer riled by some careful editing and redactions, whilst still maintaining the entertainment quality of the thread.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Although loosely based on factual events and timelines, any resemblance to a real event or events, person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names and times may have been changed to protect the guilty.
May I be the first to thank you and Wholigan for the common sense shown here. This is a very amusing thread and given that I was present at the TT and knowing that I am to be crucified by some future anecdotes still to come, all I can say is bring it on. I am also sure that the main protagonists will ensure that the wrath of the Mods is no longer riled by some careful editing and redactions, whilst still maintaining the entertainment quality of the thread.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Although loosely based on factual events and timelines, any resemblance to a real event or events, person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Names and times may have been changed to protect the guilty.
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I should also like to say that this isn't ACTUALLY taking place in the Mess, so please watch your language and - if you possibly can - use words other than those actually used at the time. Even asterisks, or reversing the order of 2 letters in the middle of a 4 letter word, are sometimes not really acceptable and I'm currently amending some of them so you have to use a bit more of your noted vivid imaginations.
Other than that - enjoy yourselves.
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Thanks for getting this one back on the flight line! I've just read the Anson block fire dit; the hyperventilation has stopped now and I'm sitting back at my desk, instead of lying under it hooting like a idiot! Keep 'em coming!
Thanks for getting this one back on the flight line! I've just read the Anson block fire dit; the hyperventilation has stopped now and I'm sitting back at my desk, instead of lying under it hooting like a idiot! Keep 'em coming!
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May I echo my thanks for the re-instatement, even though with 20/20 hindsight (and perhaps foresight) at my involvement in some of the japery, I may live to regret it!
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Thanks for reconsidering, PPRuNe Pop & Wholi. I try to entertain, and my humour can be a bit cutting edge. Please just delete posts if I go too far. I shall try my best not to.
I'm definitely leaving out the Tenerife Incident
This story is from 30 years ago and in no way condones driving whilst under the influence of alcohol. It is merely a lesson for us all about a troubled & easily led, young man who subsequently reformed.
Tipsy - 13 Sqn Canberras - 1980
Tipsy continued his habit of being in trouble in his first week out of training, being posted to 13 Sqn at RAF Wyton. Albeit two weeks late as he had been helping police with their enquiries back at Halton.
Before the days of all day drinking, there was Monday Market Day in St Ives. The Sqn Flight Line Mechanics (FLM’s) decided to test the new boy's stamina with an all day session. Tipsy even had a car, although he didn't have tax, MOT or insurance. What was the point, he didn't have a license. It was 'work in progress'
After an all day & night session that Tipsy had passed with flying colours, it was time for the drive back to camp. Tipsy had destroyed all of the opposition except the Senior FLM, who was now in the passenger seat in a coma. Tipsy knew that he was okay to drive, just as long as he could get the key in the ignition.
In the market square, an old grey haired gentleman was walking his dog and came upon the scene. Knocking on the driver's window he stated :-
'You, my Son, are not driving back in that state!'
'And who might you be' [possibly more profane] replied Tipsy
The Senior FLM opened one eye and said...
'That's the Sqn Warrant Officer'
The Sqn WO subsequently drove Tipsy & the FLM back to Wyton in Tipsy's car. Tipsy spent most of the journey alternately wrestling with the WO's dog, and hanging on the back of the drivers seat saying 'I hate you, you're just like my Dad'
I'm definitely leaving out the Tenerife Incident
This story is from 30 years ago and in no way condones driving whilst under the influence of alcohol. It is merely a lesson for us all about a troubled & easily led, young man who subsequently reformed.
Tipsy - 13 Sqn Canberras - 1980
Tipsy continued his habit of being in trouble in his first week out of training, being posted to 13 Sqn at RAF Wyton. Albeit two weeks late as he had been helping police with their enquiries back at Halton.
Before the days of all day drinking, there was Monday Market Day in St Ives. The Sqn Flight Line Mechanics (FLM’s) decided to test the new boy's stamina with an all day session. Tipsy even had a car, although he didn't have tax, MOT or insurance. What was the point, he didn't have a license. It was 'work in progress'
After an all day & night session that Tipsy had passed with flying colours, it was time for the drive back to camp. Tipsy had destroyed all of the opposition except the Senior FLM, who was now in the passenger seat in a coma. Tipsy knew that he was okay to drive, just as long as he could get the key in the ignition.
In the market square, an old grey haired gentleman was walking his dog and came upon the scene. Knocking on the driver's window he stated :-
'You, my Son, are not driving back in that state!'
'And who might you be' [possibly more profane] replied Tipsy
The Senior FLM opened one eye and said...
'That's the Sqn Warrant Officer'
The Sqn WO subsequently drove Tipsy & the FLM back to Wyton in Tipsy's car. Tipsy spent most of the journey alternately wrestling with the WO's dog, and hanging on the back of the drivers seat saying 'I hate you, you're just like my Dad'