View Poll Results: Is it the kebab or the kokkinelli that darkens the stool?
Kebab
4
8.51%
Kokkinelli
27
57.45%
Both
6
12.77%
What's Kokkinelli
10
21.28%
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Is it the Kokkinelli or the Kebab that Darkens the Stool?
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Is it the Kokkinelli or the Kebab that Darkens the Stool?
Or perhaps the Tahini.
May I be permitted to start another one of those threads with humourous military anecdotes? Here's my starter:-
Climbing out from a secret holiday destination in the desert.
Nav (to Capt): You have 3 Starboard
Loadie: Have we? I thought he was a Lt Col
If anyone needs this explaining, I'll pop back later.
May I be permitted to start another one of those threads with humourous military anecdotes? Here's my starter:-
Climbing out from a secret holiday destination in the desert.
Nav (to Capt): You have 3 Starboard
Loadie: Have we? I thought he was a Lt Col
If anyone needs this explaining, I'll pop back later.
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Not sure abour the colour or texture but what ever Mr Polis gave my skipper in his full kebab last night turned his insides to water with the ensuing tidal wave from both ends
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Headaches in Cyprus (or any other det) are caused by the pillows on the bed. If you think about it, you feel fine when you lay your head down, but in the morning you feel like sh*t. The only common factor is the pillows on your bed. QED the pillows cause your headache!
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I personally believe that the colour and texture is due to when the afore-mentioned substance gets well and truly gripped, every time you think about the "1 for the muppets...and 1 for the crew" slab thing!
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FJJP's theory about pillows is close..
But in fact the problem is the secret chemical the manufacturers use to impregnate Formal Dress. They know that it is worn less than any other clothing, so it won't be replaced very often. So they have another wheeze to boost sales.
Their trick is to dose the jacket and trousers with a compound which makes the garments shrink in the dark (in any wardrobe). So when we try them on next time they feel strangely tight.
I know that this is true.
A side effect is that when the jacket is warmed by the wearer, the chemicals used release vapours which, when breathed, give the wearer a headache next morning. As well as inducing certain memory loss.
Bloody tailors….
But in fact the problem is the secret chemical the manufacturers use to impregnate Formal Dress. They know that it is worn less than any other clothing, so it won't be replaced very often. So they have another wheeze to boost sales.
Their trick is to dose the jacket and trousers with a compound which makes the garments shrink in the dark (in any wardrobe). So when we try them on next time they feel strangely tight.
I know that this is true.
A side effect is that when the jacket is warmed by the wearer, the chemicals used release vapours which, when breathed, give the wearer a headache next morning. As well as inducing certain memory loss.
Bloody tailors….
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Sometimes its the salad that mucks you up due to it being washed in sewage water.
So steer clear of that salad unless its been boiled or fried
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So steer clear of that salad unless its been boiled or fried
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I say chaps, dark stools aside, I intended a new thread for funny stories, in the fashion of the old archived ones, eg 'I wish I hadn't said that'
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"1 large portion of humble pie for Bootscooter, please!"
No sooner do I comment on the Akronelli slab thing, then we get presented with one the very next day!!! Apologies to all Muppets, is this a new policy???
Cheers, Bootscooter (hic!)
No sooner do I comment on the Akronelli slab thing, then we get presented with one the very next day!!! Apologies to all Muppets, is this a new policy???
Cheers, Bootscooter (hic!)
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Boots - no new policy - Muppets have always been good blokes, just not always understood or loved.
I do not believe it is the Kebab. I have sampled kebab in many nations and had less trouble than in AKT. Suggest Haloumi is the true culprit.
I do not believe it is the Kebab. I have sampled kebab in many nations and had less trouble than in AKT. Suggest Haloumi is the true culprit.
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How dare you, Sir! To suggest that Halloumi can be anything other than perfect, is to invite ridicule. A firm texture, warm, and slightly crispy on the outside. Mmmm. Fairly salty (but not unpleasantly so, as I pointed out to Mrs Bootscooter) and, I'm told that, copious amounts of Kokinelli cancels out all calories! Fantastic.
Unfortunately I haven't been able to sample the joys of the kebab and kokkinelli culture for a while now. But, if memory recalls correctly, the waiter normally asks "You full kebab or half kebab. Who halloumi, who liver. Everyone sheesh? Village salad?" in that quiet, polite voice so reminiscent of the days of "WHA' IS YOUR DME SITIA?" bellowed by Greek Air Traffickers from an echo chamber. Thus the specific constituents of the kebab probably do have a bearing on the question posed at the heading of this thread.
The first point is that some readers unfamiliar with a 'proper' kebab - such as the 20% or so who have asked "What's kokkinelli?" (Good grief - have things sunk so low in HMFC??) - might think that we're discussing a donar kebab. Not so!! The Cyprus kebab is a multi-course pig out involving much noise, abuse from both sides, copious kokkinelli and often ends in the early hours with the sound of hurried footsteps on an urgent mission....
One first needs a few jugs of brandy sour to get into the mood. Then, around the time that the Mess dress rules change into boring mode, one sends a chum to order taxis. These will often be sorted through Chris, son-of-Chris, friend-of-Chris, no-problem-I-fix friend-of-son-of-Chris, or others. Who know Chris. A large black Merc will then turn up and the game of 'how much to the village' kicks off. At breakneck speed the limo heads off and after slowing down to avoid the lads on the gate, it soon deposits the happy kebab fans at a restaurant consisting of breeze blocks, metal tables and chairs, a TV playing loudly to itself in the corner, an old grey haired wizened chap sitting in the other corner, numerous bondhu cats investigating the mysterious disappearance of their brothers whilst avoiding bottle tops thrown at them for them to play with - and various long-suffering waiters dressed in the traditional black trousers and white shirt. An argument then begins over how many tables and chairs are needed; much dragging and scraping of furniture then ensues until finally, much to the chagrin of the locals, a table for about 15 or so is constructed. Drink is then ordered - invariably Keo beer, kokkinelli and Sprite (to weaken the kokkinelli. On no account should the Sprite be consumed on its own - that would be Against The Rules.....). Bowls of salad, pitta bread, tahini, tatziki, olives, lemons, yoghourt etc appear with incredible speed - and cries of "Oi, Stavros more nose-warmers" soon follow as the pitta bread is woofed in the first 2 minutes. Then comes the interrogation "Who full kebab, who half kebab?" The full kebab is usually something like sheftalia, sheesh, liver or halloumi (hence the "Who halloumi, who liver?" question), racing chicken and pork chop. Served at around 10 minute intervals, during which time the kokkinelli arrives, is consumed at the rate of at least 1-2 bottles per head (because we NEVER fly the next day. No, dear me no. Never indeed...) and is replaced. The half kebab can be more selective but causes more difficulty for the waiters. Personally, I'd go for sheftalia, sheesh, halloumi and lountza and wouldn't bother with the racing chicken or pork chop. Yet more nose-warmers, salad and tahini, then the coffee decision and silly jokes about "Turkish- oops, sorry, I mean Greek Delight please". If none of the party have been sick on the table, fallen into their plates or behaved too outrageously, then you might be lucky and get free Ouzo as an after dinner treat - or if you're luckier, Filfar. Then, after the 'who had what - ah, to hell with it - £7 Cyp per head'll do' accounting game, it's time to accuse the taxi drivers of not turning up on time or attempting to rip you off before another high speed drive back to the block. One hopes that one's crew will keep quiet at the main gate to allow the most sober person present to show ID to the gate mate and vouch for the rabble in the back.
Then after a few litre bottles of Keo or Carlsberg as a night-cap, one finds one's pit. Not long after the bed starts spinning, an urgent communication from the lower intestines prompts the first player in the bog sprint competition, repeated at regular intervals by other competitors.
Come the next day and, miraculously, all is well with the world. The whole night probably cost less than £15 Cyp - but the mystery of what causes the darkening still hasn't been solved, so a further research project is planned for the next Akrotiri night stop......I haven't found the answer after 25 years of trying!
The first point is that some readers unfamiliar with a 'proper' kebab - such as the 20% or so who have asked "What's kokkinelli?" (Good grief - have things sunk so low in HMFC??) - might think that we're discussing a donar kebab. Not so!! The Cyprus kebab is a multi-course pig out involving much noise, abuse from both sides, copious kokkinelli and often ends in the early hours with the sound of hurried footsteps on an urgent mission....
One first needs a few jugs of brandy sour to get into the mood. Then, around the time that the Mess dress rules change into boring mode, one sends a chum to order taxis. These will often be sorted through Chris, son-of-Chris, friend-of-Chris, no-problem-I-fix friend-of-son-of-Chris, or others. Who know Chris. A large black Merc will then turn up and the game of 'how much to the village' kicks off. At breakneck speed the limo heads off and after slowing down to avoid the lads on the gate, it soon deposits the happy kebab fans at a restaurant consisting of breeze blocks, metal tables and chairs, a TV playing loudly to itself in the corner, an old grey haired wizened chap sitting in the other corner, numerous bondhu cats investigating the mysterious disappearance of their brothers whilst avoiding bottle tops thrown at them for them to play with - and various long-suffering waiters dressed in the traditional black trousers and white shirt. An argument then begins over how many tables and chairs are needed; much dragging and scraping of furniture then ensues until finally, much to the chagrin of the locals, a table for about 15 or so is constructed. Drink is then ordered - invariably Keo beer, kokkinelli and Sprite (to weaken the kokkinelli. On no account should the Sprite be consumed on its own - that would be Against The Rules.....). Bowls of salad, pitta bread, tahini, tatziki, olives, lemons, yoghourt etc appear with incredible speed - and cries of "Oi, Stavros more nose-warmers" soon follow as the pitta bread is woofed in the first 2 minutes. Then comes the interrogation "Who full kebab, who half kebab?" The full kebab is usually something like sheftalia, sheesh, liver or halloumi (hence the "Who halloumi, who liver?" question), racing chicken and pork chop. Served at around 10 minute intervals, during which time the kokkinelli arrives, is consumed at the rate of at least 1-2 bottles per head (because we NEVER fly the next day. No, dear me no. Never indeed...) and is replaced. The half kebab can be more selective but causes more difficulty for the waiters. Personally, I'd go for sheftalia, sheesh, halloumi and lountza and wouldn't bother with the racing chicken or pork chop. Yet more nose-warmers, salad and tahini, then the coffee decision and silly jokes about "Turkish- oops, sorry, I mean Greek Delight please". If none of the party have been sick on the table, fallen into their plates or behaved too outrageously, then you might be lucky and get free Ouzo as an after dinner treat - or if you're luckier, Filfar. Then, after the 'who had what - ah, to hell with it - £7 Cyp per head'll do' accounting game, it's time to accuse the taxi drivers of not turning up on time or attempting to rip you off before another high speed drive back to the block. One hopes that one's crew will keep quiet at the main gate to allow the most sober person present to show ID to the gate mate and vouch for the rabble in the back.
Then after a few litre bottles of Keo or Carlsberg as a night-cap, one finds one's pit. Not long after the bed starts spinning, an urgent communication from the lower intestines prompts the first player in the bog sprint competition, repeated at regular intervals by other competitors.
Come the next day and, miraculously, all is well with the world. The whole night probably cost less than £15 Cyp - but the mystery of what causes the darkening still hasn't been solved, so a further research project is planned for the next Akrotiri night stop......I haven't found the answer after 25 years of trying!
Last edited by BEagle; 12th Jan 2003 at 11:05.
It's never been the same since they started charging for the kokkinelli. The first time the Lakeside did in 1988 the boss put the palce OOB till they agreed to throw it in for free... Ahh but it was never the same again.
You drank Sprite on its own? Surely not! Personally I'd never adulterate a good vintage kokkinelli with anything - not even Sprite!
But then again, whoever heard of a good vintage kokkinelli!
But then again, whoever heard of a good vintage kokkinelli!
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Darkening of the stools is actually caused by the nasty "health" food that is served in the hospital just up the road from the main gate. You are there because you have partaken of the feast that BEagle described BUT only almost made it back to the block. In a kokkinielli induced fug you view the fabled wadi-bears lurking just out of sight. In order to finally prove the theory that they exist you hurtle towards them; completely forgetting about the storm drains in your path. One leg in and over you go, much pain and howling later I guarentee you will be served the stool darkening mush by a fair lady in white.
Maybe a Pprune bash there to reaquaint ourselves with RAF tradition?
Maybe a Pprune bash there to reaquaint ourselves with RAF tradition?
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Brilliant BEagle - that is the most definative description of a Kebab I've ever seem. The breeze block restaurant and TV capture the scene perfectly!
Upon your retirement you really do need to write an Anthology of the RAF Down Route.
Have you ever tried bring all the (exact) ingredients for a Brandy Sour home and serving them in the garden with a BBQ - never, ever tastes the same.
Upon your retirement you really do need to write an Anthology of the RAF Down Route.
Have you ever tried bring all the (exact) ingredients for a Brandy Sour home and serving them in the garden with a BBQ - never, ever tastes the same.