Having a friend of my father's daughter from Germany, (she was about 12 years old), stay at our house while the World Cup Final was being played and him telling her an hour or so before the game, (jokingly), that if Germany won she would be "out on the street"...

About 20 minutes into the game my father asked me where she was and neither I nor my sister knew so I went to look for her. She was in her room upstairs all quiet and nice. I informed my father who promptly went upstairs, apologized and brought her down... So she could watch the Germans lose... :D:D:D:D:D

And every four years I wish that I could watch England do that again!!!

Bringing my new American girlfriend to Odiham and staying in the White Hart(?) in Hook where they name their rooms and being led to the Spread Eagle room, entering, p1ssing ourselves laughing and telling her to "adopt the position"... and having her obey... :ok:

I married her and the "obedience thing" seemed to cease... :O

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Listening to the world Cup Final 1966 in the Spread Eagle hotel.:eek: Must try and find out who won sometime.:confused:

Well I know who won, but I only found out in 1969! Sitting in a bar in Bahrain with a group of the guys, I was somewhat surprised when conversation drifted to football, and someone said "Wasn't it marvellous when England won the World Cup". I said "Well, if they did it's the first I've heard about it - what year was that?" Everyone else looked at me in astonishment and burst into a chorus of "In 1966 of course!"

I do, however, have two excuses. Firstly, it happened in the middle of an exchange posting in Australia, when football took last place in the sporting pecking order after cricket, rugby union, rugby league, Aussie Rules (aka aerial ping pong!), netball, and just about any other sport. Secondly, I am Scottish!

Jack

PS Anyone know the result of the England v Springboks match .......?:E

Yes, England B certainly took a pasting. Why we insist on running out the reserves when other nations only commit their best men to the fray against them is beyond me. Still, I needn't be telling you any of this.:E

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/rugb...al/5067808.stm

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I was in 38 Gp (TCW) and attached - loosely I'm glad to say - to the army (24 Air Portable Brigade) in 1968. We were still using 1945 pattern webbing. The army took pity on us and gave us a full set of 1958 pattern webbing, some nicely tailored (not!) DRP jackets & trousers and DMS boots to replace our RAF studded ammunition boots.
When I left the RAF in 1973 there was a strong rumour that stores would soon be issuing collar-attached shirts; we all thought that highly unlikely given the NAAFIs vast wartime reserve stock of collar studs (front & back).

So many:

Cisk and Hopleaf
Minging in Sembawang then going to Johnny Ghurkas in Nee Soon
Getting your ticket from the Cpls mess at Akrotiri
Being smuggled into the WAAFs Qs at Stanmore (thanks Claire)
Being turfed out at 0800 (jealous I think)
Having a Flt Cdr that was an observer
Flt Cdr getting his own ship as skipper
Breaking down in Lincoln at 0100
Swinderby recovering car and me and putting me up (matelot)
Indulgence flight to Sydney from Brize in 79
CASEVAC to Ely from North Sea (thanks)
Et al....


Not bad for the junior service.

:}:}

When there was a black dog with a traditional name at Scampton.

..... and it was a crossply that squashed him.

:}

Watching a Victor from 55 taking 11999 ft. to take off from Dubai's 12000 ft runway at midday when bringing Phantoms back from the Far East.

Ahhh... This thread...

I do recall a certain ALM who, with the full encouragement of three other ALM's, underslung a Landrover in two cargo nets tied together with para-cord... The solution to the problem of underslinging said load looked nothing like the authorized scheme in the book... I remember the alleged incident so well I have photos... :E

I remember drinking competitons involving bottles of Red Stripe and a swimming pool at midnight... IIRC, and with sufficient practice, we were all quite competent at emptying the bottle underwater in remarkably short times too... :ok:

I remember the Courtleigh Manor Hotel in downtown Kingston, Jamaica having a shiny new brochure featuring three ALM's and a pilot at the pool bar in various stages of undress with models draped all over the place... I still have those brochures too... :D

I remember an exercise in north west Germany near a town called Itzehoe... (really... You can't make it up... :} ). We were told that there was no flying the next day - relax. At 1700 while leaving the block for town we met the boss who confirmed no flying... Perfect. The four loadies found a bar called "The New Pub" and proceeded to drink beers chased with Appelcorn... :ok: Some hours later we are informed that they are out of Appelcorn... So, after a conflab, we decide that Sambuca will be the next chaser of choice... I recall ricocheting down the corridor to the room at 0500 to find a note on my bed... "You are flying at 0700"... Looking around the room there was no-one else any better suited to the trip than me... I, Allegedly, flew that morning... Luckily for me the trip was delayed... about an hour... :(

I remember during the drinking session above there were three Germans across the bar from us. Two of them were obviously arguing with the smaller chap. After about an hour of drama from the other side the small chap gets up to leave which means he has to walk all the way round the bar and past us ALMs. He's followed by the biggest chap. I knew there was going to be trouble so I turned as they approached to protect myself. As the small guy came next to me he turned, pulled a gun and pointed it right in the face of the big chap. I raised my hand to try to chop down on his arm when he fired and the big guy screamed and put both hands to his face. The little guy ran. After about a second the big guy removed his hands from his face and we could all see there wasn't a mark... Then we smelled the CS gas... Panic... Dragged the two barmaids over the bar and evacuated the place... It was aired out in about 5 minutes and we were back to business... :cool:

Those were the days... :D

At first I thought the quote, which has been removed, was refering to I want to Join the RAF :}

But there is only one beach in Maderia and the sand is too soft.

BATCO

Agh.... :sad:

I remember when...

...the "HMS Fearless scrapped" thread was actually about HMS Fearless. ;)

Addis Abba - Op Bushel 10985

Seeing The Yetteis perform in the Hilton
Having a party in one of the rooms to help them celebrate a very succesful show :eek:
Party went on very late....
A knock at at the door....
Dave A***n opening the door and saying to a short bloke in a dressing gown "sorry not invited"
Realising that the dressing gown wearer was the DetCo with hotel security behind him
DetCo deciding the party was over
Us going 2 floors up and continuning the party until curfew ended at 0600
Hitting the pool at 0601
Going to bed not long after
Woken at 0800 to be told that we were "contributing" a days allowances to charity

Was a good party though!!

Found out later the floor we missed out was holding the aircrew bowling championships with marrows and melons "borrowed" from the loddy display.....!

I remember those now missing pubs from Lincoln High Street.

The Queens Hotel where the Fred the barman had a daily intake of 20 pints, every day.

The Cornhill, falling down those stairs on Market day.

Cornhill Vaults, as above.

The New Market, next to the indoor market and opposite the chippy.

The Lion, meeting place for everybody on a Saturday.

The Swan, with those plenished brass table tops.

The pub next door to the Swan, name escapes me, but it served Holes Newark Ales, no wonder it closed.

Not forgetting of course all of those now seldom seen beers they sold.Tartan,Double Diamond,Kingpin, William Youngers 1/6d, Youngers Heavy, Shipstones Bitter, and others now lost in alcohol induced alzheimers.

Going on task to Leuchars in 1987
Getting to the B&B at about 0900
Wondering what to do for the rest of the day
Discovering the Scots had bars open all day.....
Discovering that St Andrews had students.....:E
.
.
Eating hot Jock pie straight from the bakery late at night
Saying I remember this part is not strictly true

Remember the pies very well. Bakery was at the top of my road. The smell of freshly baked bread at 2100hrs was amazing.

Sad to say the bakery has gone. Now a block of flats :sad::sad:

dkh51250, thanks for the memories, especially the Mucky Duck (The Swan) used to serve fantastic Chicken & Chips in a basket, the Vaults if I remember had a radical idea to stop people getting drunk by serving beer in half pint glasses (actually I am sure they used to be plastic as well), and then couldnt understand the increase in drunkeness as people swallowed two half pints quicker than one full pint so actually ended up drinking more in a shorter time. They also they could not grasp why two people would turn up and order 4 half pints at a go.

Don't forget the ones that changed names or changed clientele, the Cheltham Arms now has a fancy name that escapes me, but has at one time been Lincolns druggie hangout and the Green Dragon was a good pub to meet and pick up the local talent, but it ended up as a gay pub for a while.

Union Jack or should that be Jock, no idea of the score against the springbocks, but I do know todays score against the Aussies

Arthur (or should that be Martha?:E)

Noting with amusement that you are an angler, you certainly bided your time before reeling me in - well done England and France for turning the RWC on its head today! And no, I'm not so sure that Scotland will manage to join the club tomorrow .... It will also be interesting to see what spin the "British" PM, Mr Gordon Brown-Trousers puts on England's win - especially if Scotland don't make it!

Enjoy the semis.

Jack (never Jock)

When Marham village had 3 pubs!
Bernie the SWO would check each one to see if his lads were OK!
Marham had no WRAF blk
Saturday night rec buses to KL