Weekend relaxation for fighter jocks?
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Weekend relaxation for fighter jocks?
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Lol, nicely done.
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If you have one of those fruit flavoured smart machines you can have a go at making your own videos like that one very easily and quickly in seconds.
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Weekend relaxation for fighter jocks:
Tidy up log book - weekly total (adds up to 1.2).
Drink beer with 'mates' - all standing in a circle shooting down own watches while describing particularly awesome tactical moves but not listening to anything anyone else says.
Look in mirror, snap teeth together, saying "That's right, I am dangerous!"
Don flying suit and conduct experiment to determine optimum distance for top zip tag from fully up position for maximum allure.
7.00 pm - bedtime with teddy.
Tidy up log book - weekly total (adds up to 1.2).
Drink beer with 'mates' - all standing in a circle shooting down own watches while describing particularly awesome tactical moves but not listening to anything anyone else says.
Look in mirror, snap teeth together, saying "That's right, I am dangerous!"
Don flying suit and conduct experiment to determine optimum distance for top zip tag from fully up position for maximum allure.
7.00 pm - bedtime with teddy.
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You have the timeline wrong..
Fighter jocks always don their Flying Suits (AKA work overalls) BEFORE going into the bar for beer with mates - even if they had been desk bound all day.
Now its Jackanory Time:
In the "olden days" certain mates would don the `special` flying boots with the little leather flap (posing pouch?
) over the laces so that everyone would know what they flew at some point in their career. 
and...
At a training base somewhere in North Wales, this barside activity would often be followed by the "Rip the leg pockets off visiting trainee pilots flying suits" event. Allegedly
Fighter jocks always don their Flying Suits (AKA work overalls) BEFORE going into the bar for beer with mates - even if they had been desk bound all day.
Now its Jackanory Time:
In the "olden days" certain mates would don the `special` flying boots with the little leather flap (posing pouch?
) over the laces so that everyone would know what they flew at some point in their career. and...
At a training base somewhere in North Wales, this barside activity would often be followed by the "Rip the leg pockets off visiting trainee pilots flying suits" event. Allegedly
Fond memories of past times at a certain North Queensland air base which hosted regular knuck detachments.
Junior knucks distributed flyers around to local nurses quarters and other hotbeds of alleged female availability - "Come and meet the fighter pilots at a special Top Gun party" or some such.
Result - no girls, just blokes in flying suits (which at the time wasn't permitted gear at the bar after 6 or thereabouts).
That's right, they are dangerous!
Junior knucks distributed flyers around to local nurses quarters and other hotbeds of alleged female availability - "Come and meet the fighter pilots at a special Top Gun party" or some such.
Result - no girls, just blokes in flying suits (which at the time wasn't permitted gear at the bar after 6 or thereabouts).
That's right, they are dangerous!
In the "olden days" certain mates would don the `special` flying boots with the little leather flap (posing pouch?) over the laces so that everyone would know what they flew at some point in their career.
) over the laces so that everyone would know what they flew at some point in their career.
"Rip the leg pockets off visiting trainee pilots flying suits"
Then there was the silly antic of the twenty five-to-three mob down at RAF Mount Pleasant, who would bring some scruffy old bit of mat into the OM bar and only 'allow' their clique of camp followers to stand on it and talk to them. Or rather, listen to them talking....
But the helicopter mates soon sorted this out; one day a grinning JJ appeared with an MS26 or similar at the window..... The window was opened, the dinghy inflated and only those selected by JJ invited inside - including all the females. Soon the only people still standing on the twenty five-to-three mat were a few pi$$ed-off F3 aircrew...
Last edited by BEagle; 22nd Feb 2013 at 10:18.
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Spot on BEagle!
The pocket game was once described in a letter from a crusty old engineer SO2 colleague (Gone, but not forgotten, Tom RIP) to a VSO as that "puerile aircrew pastime"
As a follow on: While doing early sea survival trials with Typhoon test aircrew off Fowey where there were other jocks in training...I heard one "bona mate" complain that the Typhoon guys were trying to be elitist because they were wearing boots with inflatable inserts (Part of the pressure ensemble) ...and showing the inflation tube....
Priceless!
The pocket game was once described in a letter from a crusty old engineer SO2 colleague (Gone, but not forgotten, Tom RIP) to a VSO as that "puerile aircrew pastime"
As a follow on: While doing early sea survival trials with Typhoon test aircrew off Fowey where there were other jocks in training...I heard one "bona mate" complain that the Typhoon guys were trying to be elitist because they were wearing boots with inflatable inserts (Part of the pressure ensemble) ...and showing the inflation tube....
Priceless!
