Your husband will never be promoted if you wear trousers
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1) "Tailored Barathea Battledress" was still de rigeur early 70's ? - still had mine when I left in '75.
2) No 1 son came into the world at RNH Mtarfa - his mother was incandescent when she saw that her medical notes were headed " w/o Flt Lt B.... "
3) At 1369 time OC stated that he would recommend Flt Lt B for an ADC post, but strictly on the understanding that w/o would be advised that she should desist from her "left wing opinions"
I left soon afterwards and said OC became an ACM......!!
2) No 1 son came into the world at RNH Mtarfa - his mother was incandescent when she saw that her medical notes were headed " w/o Flt Lt B.... "
3) At 1369 time OC stated that he would recommend Flt Lt B for an ADC post, but strictly on the understanding that w/o would be advised that she should desist from her "left wing opinions"
I left soon afterwards and said OC became an ACM......!!
Tony Smith
Beags,
If I am allowed a one-off thread drift. Tony Smith,who flew Maggie in later years, used to be on my ULAS flying weekends.
As you well recall , following the BoB film (premiered of course especially for our commissioning day on Sept 15th '69) it became a bit of a "thing" for us ex-Cadets. "Don't you shout at me Mr. Warwick!", Full acting out of "The Luftwaffe March " with Stumpy Swann taking the salute etc. etc.
Tony was one in particular who loved arranging rendevous with , and then bouncing, fellow solo studes in his "Chipfire".
Having picked a 5000' assignation with a mate one morning at a determined time over Greenham Common, Tony droned up to 7000' just to be sure and ,bang on cue , spotted a Chipmunk pottering along 2000' below. Tony rolled over and went into a near VNE (172kt?) dive pressing the transmit button on our illegal stude "quiet " frequency and giving it the "dakadakadaka"call - straight from the movie. Tony then broke away and continued his flight.
NOW. Andy Whittaker ( our very much respected CFI) happened to be taking a new student on an effects of control intro at the time and was somewhat taken aback at the sight of a ULAS Chipmunk diving very close indeed alongside and breaking away , of course displaying its large underside serials in the process.
We were all hauled in by the CFI at lunch time, told the story and asked for the culprit to own up ....or else.
Tony went straight in and confessed. The contents of the subsequent father to son one way discussion were not of course revealed by either party - but can be imagined.
I very much doubt if anything was put in writing, as that was the way it was. Happy Days indeed Beags.
My wife and I got married just before I PVR'd( for the second time) We only attended one function - an annual cocktail party. Our guest ( a local school head ) failed to appear.
I pointed this out to the PMC who then observed
" I'm not really surprised, He came last year"
If I am allowed a one-off thread drift. Tony Smith,who flew Maggie in later years, used to be on my ULAS flying weekends.
As you well recall , following the BoB film (premiered of course especially for our commissioning day on Sept 15th '69) it became a bit of a "thing" for us ex-Cadets. "Don't you shout at me Mr. Warwick!", Full acting out of "The Luftwaffe March " with Stumpy Swann taking the salute etc. etc.
Tony was one in particular who loved arranging rendevous with , and then bouncing, fellow solo studes in his "Chipfire".
Having picked a 5000' assignation with a mate one morning at a determined time over Greenham Common, Tony droned up to 7000' just to be sure and ,bang on cue , spotted a Chipmunk pottering along 2000' below. Tony rolled over and went into a near VNE (172kt?) dive pressing the transmit button on our illegal stude "quiet " frequency and giving it the "dakadakadaka"call - straight from the movie. Tony then broke away and continued his flight.
NOW. Andy Whittaker ( our very much respected CFI) happened to be taking a new student on an effects of control intro at the time and was somewhat taken aback at the sight of a ULAS Chipmunk diving very close indeed alongside and breaking away , of course displaying its large underside serials in the process.
We were all hauled in by the CFI at lunch time, told the story and asked for the culprit to own up ....or else.
Tony went straight in and confessed. The contents of the subsequent father to son one way discussion were not of course revealed by either party - but can be imagined.
I very much doubt if anything was put in writing, as that was the way it was. Happy Days indeed Beags.
My wife and I got married just before I PVR'd( for the second time) We only attended one function - an annual cocktail party. Our guest ( a local school head ) failed to appear.
I pointed this out to the PMC who then observed
" I'm not really surprised, He came last year"
Another rogue who loved to bounce people was spotted a year or so later. Being somewhat dull, he'd forgotten that he was flying the only Chipmunk in red-and-white paintwork in the south of the UK - and it didn't take long to identify the guilty party....
However, the new CFI had a much better idea. "All those who were on the first wave, report back here at 1700!".
So we had a nail-biting day wondering which particular bit of villainy had been spotted - and all behaved like angels for the rest of the day...
Come 1700, it was a simple "I don't care who started it and I know who at least one of you was - all the other aircraft are grey and day-glo. Don't do it again - and certainly don't get caught. Right, you all owe me a beer!"....
Worst 'wife of' I ever encountered was known as 'OC 44'; her husband was 'the bloke who sits in Wally's chair whilst she runs the squadron'. 3 of us lived out and often had a spare room - the wife* of a 44 Sqn chum was a bit nervous of being at home alone when hubby was away on a Ranger, so would often ask to come to stay with us (and would do the washing up!). All completely innocent and above board. One morning the phone went and it was the infamous 'Mrs OC44' asking to speak with our chum's wife. Nosy old boot - she obviously thought Something Was Up. Unfortunately it was a bit short notice to think up an emergency spoof (such as "Wake up, darling, there's some woman on the phone for you!"), so I just told her that the wife of said chum had probably left for work half an hour earlier (which she had). Then asked whether there was any message or what for her. Mrs OC44 stumbled and mumbled - it was obvious what'd been on her suspicious mind....
Of course we shared the story with as many people at Scampton and Waddo as we could, much to the amusement of both the husband and Mrs OC44's husband!
*One of the delightfully curvaceous twins, for those who remember those days!
However, the new CFI had a much better idea. "All those who were on the first wave, report back here at 1700!".
So we had a nail-biting day wondering which particular bit of villainy had been spotted - and all behaved like angels for the rest of the day...
Come 1700, it was a simple "I don't care who started it and I know who at least one of you was - all the other aircraft are grey and day-glo. Don't do it again - and certainly don't get caught. Right, you all owe me a beer!"....
Worst 'wife of' I ever encountered was known as 'OC 44'; her husband was 'the bloke who sits in Wally's chair whilst she runs the squadron'. 3 of us lived out and often had a spare room - the wife* of a 44 Sqn chum was a bit nervous of being at home alone when hubby was away on a Ranger, so would often ask to come to stay with us (and would do the washing up!). All completely innocent and above board. One morning the phone went and it was the infamous 'Mrs OC44' asking to speak with our chum's wife. Nosy old boot - she obviously thought Something Was Up. Unfortunately it was a bit short notice to think up an emergency spoof (such as "Wake up, darling, there's some woman on the phone for you!"), so I just told her that the wife of said chum had probably left for work half an hour earlier (which she had). Then asked whether there was any message or what for her. Mrs OC44 stumbled and mumbled - it was obvious what'd been on her suspicious mind....
Of course we shared the story with as many people at Scampton and Waddo as we could, much to the amusement of both the husband and Mrs OC44's husband!*One of the delightfully curvaceous twins, for those who remember those days!
