They have started issuing underpants again, except they are skintight ones that you're meant to be able to wear for a week under your desert kit - not that I've tried, despite being out on ops just now :).

More information than we needed thank you.:sad:

No2's were hairy and you had to blanco your webbing belt.....:{

...puttees were issued, to be worn with with Boots, DMS

Wimmin weren't allowed into the mess anteroom and your man put petrol into your aircraft...

Surely you would need to see the SMO, or get a back, sack and crack:\

Airborne;

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Remember DMS high leg extensions, to look like NI patrol boots? :O

I remember when;

Leave passes were put firmly at the bottom of the in tray.
Keo was 19 cents a bottle.
'58 pattern webbing was still under trial (I don't actually, but I thought we were overdue some creep).
We still had NAAFI shops.
A budget holder was a tatty red briefcase.
You still had a duty POL storeman sitting miserably in that little hut.
Combat Soldier 95 was still a twinkle in his dad's eye.

Whatever happened to that little speccy kid that advertised Milky Ways?

Ahhh... Pay parades... I always felt somewhat akin to a beggar... The right hand flatters with the snappy salute while the left edges forward in a surreptitious fashion while whispering " 'ere Guv, can you spare a tanner"

Talking of tanners... Octagonal threepences, big old pennies, ha'pennies, shillings, half crowns, crowns, ten shilling notes.

Finding a ten shilling note - buying three pints, ten No. 6 and a box of matches and still having one and six left over... :D

Hitching in uniform was one of the best though. In uniform I was home from Catterick in less than 5 hours guaranteed, (home was south of Oxford)... Out of uniform it wasn't worth going home for the weekend.

We talked about CC? On BCTS he rasped my name and I marched smartly forward and stamped my foot in.

"Corporal!" I bellowed.

"You f#cking ranker, he rasped.. "What have you done to deserve £88?"

I had had a tax rebate and blew it all in the Boot and Shoe when we were next let out.

Agree 100% about hitching. On the FT, I once got to H in about 8 hours. :D

RAF issue PT 'shorts' were calf length!

RAF shirts had detachable collars and dhobi-ing was done in the Airmens Block sinks with 3" x 2" x 12" blocks of soap that would defy a woodworker's rasp. Manual bumpers to polish the billet floor. One individual sheet change per week. Yeah - those were the days...

Battle of Britain days at Middleton St George with "new" Lightnings displaying above Hunters, Javelins, Varsities, Beverleys and Twin Pins.

The mess rose bushes at 1GP were laid out for comfort :eek:
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AI R mate I think you mean Centurion, technically speaking a Spartan is just an APC!:=

And NAAFI sold plastic collars that looked like the starched one.

Officers carried swagger sticks.

Officers wore hats in civvie so they could doff them to Mrs Sqn Ldr.

Batmen.

Sports afternoon.

The station commander was the only one with a staff car Standard Saloon.

The senior engineer was the Station Technical Officer, a sqn ldr.

Admin Wg was staffed by aircrew :}

People used to be nostalgic :ouch:

:cool:

TOG

Real controllers did Papa Golf 19/20 Deltas with acetate overlays and chinagraphs from the 30. Delta 310 was active as was the Bentwaters ATA

FKI's once a year.
Standard Vanguards
Towing aircraft with David Brown tractors
Queen Mary trucks

Soprano gently chastised thus;

Alright, alright.. fair one, no one likes a smartarse. I did think I might get away with that one here. And come on, at least I didn't say, 'I remember when we didn't have ID cards, because we both knew each other.'.

We'll be going back to that after the next round of cuts......