That reminds me a little about one weekend in Napa. We were all chilling out on the beach and OC Wraf plonked herself down alongside us, without knowing she was about to disrobe infront of 4 sideways glancing, disgusting, letchorous young SAC gunners. Anyway, she did so and we all gaped at her not unsubstantial assets :D.

'Stupid' Burgess (we had 'Sensible' Burgess too) spoiled it by sniffing 'Err hello ma'am.'. Consequently, she spent 4 hours in hell. Not wanting to be seen off by us, or getting her top on again.. yet knowing every time we saw her on stn and cracked one off, it wasn't always going to be a salute we had in mind.

...when 236OCU student nav's used to inadvertently drop the Lindholme gear out of the bomb bay for Spanish/French fishermen to flog for 7 grand a time!

hee hee....;)

Trying not to wake STH when he slept on FA

Wakening WASP after his mammoth sleepathons on TPO nights (RIP Winston)

Doing a few Deltas and tanker joins for controllers who were too drunk when Tacevaled at 03:00 - (don't panic it was a long time ago)

Fiddling controller stats at the end of the month - uncle Joe are you out there?

The days before parade squares became car parks, when those few that had cars were the most popular people on the unit....
Always being able to find a "fourth for bridge" in any crewroom on any unit...

Ah yes, crewroon bridge - last through the door when someone was called out to the line had to take over the vacant hand (however pathetic) after a brief recap of the bidding. And take the blame for going 6 down.

My God, when was that?

and of course we didn't have sandbags, not even paper ones taped to the glass.

Mmmmm Nurses at Halton I remember them!:)

Maple 01
Tacevals at "oh 4 fecksake" - a great idea - if you didn't win, you dain't lose the whole day - left time to cut the grass, walk the dog, light the barbie etc.
Unlike at ISK in 79, the siren went off at 1645 on a Friday as the Happy Hour bar was about to open - must be a wind-up? - Nope!, and it lasted all weekend - being on SAR at the time, we were exempt - deep joy!
Didn't last for long though! - during the next 'surprise', it was evaluated that the most rested and constituted crew was the SAR, and they were 1st on the ORBAT
More better, (or so we thought at the time). We were in Gib in 84 with an engine out and they called Taceval at ISK - oh! how we larffed, thinking we would be there for weeks, until the Staish (Silver Fox) authorised a 3 engine ferry transit - must be a wind-up?....Nope!
3hrs 55min day! Bugger! - never really endeared to that man for some reason?
However, in fairness, he did relieve me of the smell of dogsh*t, sewage and exhaust fumes for the rest of that weekend

NAAFI Bop
 

With coach loads of nurses from Norfolk and Norwich, and WRAF's from Swonton Morley bused in. ;)
Playing WRAF block races as the Plods raided it after the Bop.:ok:

79 Siren going at 2300 at Buchan for station ex, being met at turnstile to be told to go to crew room and not move till called cause I was that pi$$ed, along with most of the rest of the singlies.

No I didn't. It went PING as I recall:}

Being airborne off Cromer with Neatishead and being told to recover to Colt. Subsequently learnt that there had been a fire down the hole. RIP

Generation exercise at Leuchars on a Sunday afternoon just as the childrens Xmas party was finishing in the Cpls club :eek:

Detatching to Marham / Sculthorpe and enjoying evenings in the bar whilst waiting for Victors to return from up north.

Going to the Airmens mess on Christmas Day and getting a load of cold cuts from the duty chef,as we were having a party in the WRAF block [male and females invited].

Getting Tea and Sugar rations for the night shift, when we went for duty supper.

Missing the last ever APC to Malta. After getting my nose broken and MO saying I couldnt fly the next day in a Herk :{:{:{:{

Missing an APC to Akrotiri as I had to attend a re-settlement course:{:{:{
[Did me no good whatsoever, due to eyesight not being good enough for Prison Service.]

When playing the bagpipes at supersonic speed in an F4 was looked upon as a world record.

Buffing wooden floors at Swinderby with a metal/wooden buffer and blanket wrapped round it. No hoovering carpets in them days.

Walking across 111 Sqn line and the VAS pan, to get to the Q sheds. With aircraft taxying and no-one saying a thing about the lack of yellow vest.

When you could get a real sandbag..... all hessian and nice, none of this cheap imitations you get these days for floods.....

When the only people that went to the Gulf were BP

When the RAF had planes to spare........manpower........a budget.......


And to the above and the buffer saga............ polishing the floors up to a mirror finish at RAF St Athans then accidentaly dropping the buffer and cutting a nice V shaped hole in the lino.......... :ugh:

Getting hold of the said V in the lino and heaving it with all our might and tearing a big section out of the Lino about 10 foot wide, followed by tipping of lockers and beds... :ooh:

Several of us trooping up to the Guardroom, all shy and innocent and relating to the Orderly Corporal that we had just returned to our block and someone has trashed our room.:{

Parade in morning outside block of all rooms, whilst punishment dealt out to all the other rooms, for the wanton destruction, as we all looked on wide eyed and innocent :}

Sorry for that where ever you all are :E

:D

Good, quick thinking.

...when
 

....the Shed Bus and Essential Bus were nothing to do with Tucano electrics but the last bus into York after Happy Hour and the first bus back to Linton the next morning.
.... having to use position of the sun and the *York/Lincoln/Salisbury Cathedral spire to work out where the house that you had woken up in was.
* Delete as applicable.
....The old Battying lady at Boscombe Down who used to find you to bring you your morning coffee, like the butler in Tomb Raider, where ever you had fallen that night...cupboard, corridoor, curled around the toilet bowl.
34 days to go.

Taking nearly 30 hours to get to Singapore on a British Eagle Britannia but at least being able to have a beer and a smoke
http://www.britisheagle.co.uk/gancfhot.htm

I'm a smally ****** so please excuse me but......

Even I remember overseas dets that were not to the sandpits. And blacksheep at a princely 50p a pint.

And I never got to Flag!!!!

A Joe Swo who was an absolute gent to us when we did swo's marines and an utter b4stard if you crossed him.

A two week xmas/new year in the Q shed (I Volunteered) and then a whole month on detachment to my house in return........

Billy Fish and his tales of derring doo out in the far east.

Gobbing off to an ex-flem corporal and living to tell the tale (Just). He said a few words to me while holding me off the ground by one hand and threatening to kill me. He later made me very sick with the aforementioned Blacksheep

;)
We had: Bomber, Fighter, Transport, Technical Training, Flying Training, Coastal, Signals & Maintenance Commands. Far East Air Force, Near East Air Force, No 2 Allied Tactical Air Force.

.... And Air Force Middle East.






'We knew how to whinge but we kept it in the NAAFI bar.'

Performing Monkeys
 

Talking of WVRS ladies, was it Gan or Masirah where some very bored people trained a monkey to Mxxxxxbate to order by giving it sugar lumps every time the WVRS lady came round.

And it was Masirah in the late 60's that the WVRS projector was used to show blue movies and a silver collection was made and donated to said grateful lady.