Just keep your eyes on Ebay , if folk have nicked it to sell on thats the place likely they are going to pawn it off.


good luck and it should be very easy to spot Kiwi gear around the airshow circuit

Unless its a Kiwi airshow:hmm:

Nah, some certainly don't weigh 18 stone. But there is hope for them; WeightWatchers are allegedly about to open a base camp near McDonalds.

Wouldn't a discrete word with the PMC elicit a more positive response than announcing to the free world that ethical conduct and integrity has apparently gone AWOL in the Leuchars Officers' Mess? Tar Brushes are awfully messy weapons.

I am glad to see that they have finally lost some weight.
Yeah you lost it when you went single seat, you traitor! It was definitely gone by the time of your 'G' training..no dignity on that vid :ooh:

Thanks for the advice. Have tried all official channels with no success. As for the tar brush, how about ones fingers not getting sticky in the first place?

Mofo,

Are you an exchange guy from the NZ air force or have you re-enroled with the RAF?

.....Kiwi exchange from what exactly??

In some Air Forces around the world, there are such flying machines known as 'truckies', 'maritime patrol aircraft' and 'helicopters'.

Maybe mofo is not (take a deep breath and steady yourself) a FJ pilot?

It has been known.

(But to be fair, if mofo is the Kiwi I think he is, he eats quiche and wears a spangly red growbag, a bit like Captain Amazing without the cape.)

Errr, I disagree.

If he's the Kiwi I think he is, he wears a green zoombag, and spangly red Jocks!

Not that there's anything wrong with that....

Just wondered why, if he's no longer in the NZ air force, he would be wearing an NZ jacket, hat and wings.

Does that mean that people will be pitching up to work in cub scout, boy's brigade and any other old kit they have lying about?

Mofo, you have PM...

Probably forgotten in which 'coffee' bar he left it :}

Years ago one Fred Tiernan went to the mess at Waddo for lunch, hung his raincoat on the peg in the side corridor.

When he returned for his next tour, 3 years later, it was still there but a nice shade of greeny blue.

A friend of mine's dad scarpered from France via Dunkirk some decades ago, losing his false teeth somewhere on the beach. This really upset him, but fifty years later he was at a reunion in Dunkirk and they all had a fish supper in a seafood restaurant. My friend's dad sliced open his beautiful piece of fish and - guess what? - no sign of his teeth.

The moral is that the more you want it back the less likely it is to appear, so just steal someone else's.

:E

I'm sure I met their Grandmothers in the Danum in Donnie or it might have been in Bettys in York in 1943/4 ex Snaith and Finningley etc. Regle