Mr Vice...........help?
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"Thanks for bread and buttered toast, father, Son and Holy Ghost"
or,
"Dear Lord what piece of Cod is this that passeth all understanding?"
or,
"Dear Lord what piece of Cod is this that passeth all understanding?"
Ifen tis Latin you want:
Clamo, clamatis, omnes clamamus pro glace lactis. = I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
quidquid latine dictum sit altum viditur = anything said in Latin sounds profound
Sum, ergo edo. = I am, therefore I eat.
Clamo, clamatis, omnes clamamus pro glace lactis. = I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.
quidquid latine dictum sit altum viditur = anything said in Latin sounds profound
Sum, ergo edo. = I am, therefore I eat.
After-Dinner Toasts
Please could PPRUNERS contribute a few RAF-appropriate toasts.
Regiment-orientated would be much appreciated.
My last Grace before meal, not very good, was:
Oh God who makes the the clouds ** thy chariots
Please bless for us our peas and cariots.
** as in meteorology!
Regiment-orientated would be much appreciated.
My last Grace before meal, not very good, was:
Oh God who makes the the clouds ** thy chariots
Please bless for us our peas and cariots.
** as in meteorology!
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“To our wives, girlfriends, ladies and lovers……and may they never meet!”
Something along those lines was proposed at an oppressively humid outdoor dinner night by the Station Commander at RAF Gutersloh (the late Mike Steer, I believe). It was immediately followed by a very loud clap of thunder and said Group Captain nearly fell off his chair!
Something along those lines was proposed at an oppressively humid outdoor dinner night by the Station Commander at RAF Gutersloh (the late Mike Steer, I believe). It was immediately followed by a very loud clap of thunder and said Group Captain nearly fell off his chair!
“To our wives, girlfriends, ladies and lovers……and may they never meet!”
Something along those lines was proposed at an oppressively humid outdoor dinner night by the Station Commander at RAF Gutersloh (the late Mike Steer, I believe). It was immediately followed by a very loud clap of thunder and said Group Captain nearly fell off his chair!
Something along those lines was proposed at an oppressively humid outdoor dinner night by the Station Commander at RAF Gutersloh (the late Mike Steer, I believe). It was immediately followed by a very loud clap of thunder and said Group Captain nearly fell off his chair!
I do hope the thunder was "in the forecast" even if only a PROB 10
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There were lots of wives at the dinner night in question… Many thought he deserved to be struck by the bolt of lightning!
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Grace at a Padre's Dining Out:
"Oh Jesus Christ, our Lord divine
Who turned the water into wine,
Have mercy on us wicked men
About to turn it back again".
"Oh Jesus Christ, our Lord divine
Who turned the water into wine,
Have mercy on us wicked men
About to turn it back again".
Wednesday's Naval toast is traditionally "Ourselves (as no one is likely to concern themselves with our welfare.)" There are earthier versions...
The grace I always liked was "Good friends, good meat, good God, let's eat", a commendable improvement on the earnest, endless hand-wringing platitudes you get when the "Bish" is invited to perform that office.
Here's a couple of graces:
- O God whose gifts to us imply/ regale(??)
the knowledge enabling us to fly/sail
we are thankful Lord, you did not o’erlook
the skills of Steward and of Cook
So bless this food to our use. Amen. - Lord though it is time of the Lenten fast
we pray Thee excuse this night’s repast
For should over-indulgence be our intent
In the morning Lord we shall truly repent!
Bless this food to our use. Amen. - God bless this bunch of hungry souls
and God bless those who fill our bowls
but as we ponder the speed of flight
May we never of Thee, O Lord, lose sight. Amen.
Oh God, thy sea is so great
And my boat is so small
There is food on my plate
We give thanks for it all.
(Substitute sky and plane as you wish)
And my boat is so small
There is food on my plate
We give thanks for it all.
(Substitute sky and plane as you wish)
We seem to be confusing graces and toasts but it is fun reading and thinking back to the last time I heard them.
Yes, more Toast please. Surely the regiment has something specific?
An anecdote from author John Masters, when Mr Vice, unfortunately rat-arsed, was invited "the King!".
"Bloody hell, show the bugger in and give him a drink! [this is the gist, my Masters collection is in a cold spidery attic]
An anecdote from author John Masters, when Mr Vice, unfortunately rat-arsed, was invited "the King!".
"Bloody hell, show the bugger in and give him a drink! [this is the gist, my Masters collection is in a cold spidery attic]
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“Quentlemen, the Geen” may be anecdotal.
A simple "Per Ardua" or "The Corps" should do. It's what is generally said.