Colin Reineck perchance Nutty?

CG

Cannot remember, long time ago, could have been. Checked google, looks like him.

I know we had one that insisted we asked for their ID cards everytime he entered even though we knew who he was and he had charged people in the past for not doing it, a New Staish arrived and was getting peeved with this, he asked me do you know who I am?, I replied of course I did, but it is written into the guards orders that we must check it. His next stop was the guardroom to remove it from our orders.

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I couldn't swear to know the nude cyclist but the monocle is a dead giveaway. There were a few high spirited officers (hooligans if in the Airmens' Mess) who transgressed during this time which meant that the rest of us were rarely called to do Station Duties. One especial moment of personal gratification was arriving at the Station just as the Ensign raising whistle was blown. I stopped my car by the flag pole and the WRAF Orderly Officer who was late on parade saluted. The autumn wind caught her raincoat which blew open at the rear showing that she hadn't quite finished dressing before hurrying out to the guardroom. It must have been chilly in knickers that tiny.

Good man.... They gave me an interest free payment to tide me over going from weekly to monthly pay into my bank, so I blew it on a Telly

This location wouldn't, by any remote chance, be the same one where, when "enjoying " the delights of being on fire piquet for a week, we were allocated the lethal pick axe handle to defend the realm against all who may threaten our nations security.

Allied to which was the inspired thinking, I use the term in the very loosest sense, of an RAFP Sgt who, with an attention to detail that must surely have warranted a mention on an honours list, had worked out how long, and how many paces, it would take to transit around the West side infrastructure as we diligently patrolled the area.

He would, in fact, appear from time to time during the evening to remonstrate with those of us who had exceeded his speed limit.

To add to the euphoria of the week, at the initial briefing, conducted by the above Sgt, he solemnly stressed we would be permitted no less to.....ride in a fire engine ! This because the fire section was on the East side and we had to go across to the West to be fed at weekends. As an aside, said fire engine duly trundled along the peri-track at a sedate 20mph, this in contrast to those of us who may, due to the unreliability of speedometers in those days, have made the transit on Friday evenings once ATC had gone home, about 5 times faster than the fire engine.

Colin Reineck -brought back a memory, flew my IRT at the Towers in 65. I passed. Is he still with us?

I can beat 1 in 5 years; none between remustering as Airman Aircrew in 1997 and leaving in 2012

I believe he was then posted to RAF Bruggen on QRA duties as I walked in one morning to see a CPL Plod dilligently counting teaspoons full of coffee out of one of those catering tins as his Sgt had deemed someone was using to much coffee in their drinks or stealing it and he wanted to know how many portions the tin held, i.e one spoonful per cup. I mentioned to the copper why don't you count them into a cup and then see how many cup fulls are in the tin.... His eyes glazed over, so I left it at that and moved on..

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Skill Bob. Respect mate!:ok:

CG

Never did a parade tho', after Swinditz. That's one in eight!

Eighteen years; two parades. South Cerney and Wings at Oakington. Airborne in the fly past for three others.

Caught too many parades :(

Best - organised weekend in UK and avoided parade.

Worst - played the no greatest card for Remembrance parade in Stamford - Fail - dress order changed to no breadboard and it was cold and wet.

C130 Nav, did some time as Flt Cdr at Henlow late 70s, initials RC? Had a good story about why he wore the Monocle.

Lt RN on exchange with 33 Sqn.......but not for long!

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That's the man. Never heard his monocle story though!

From the man himself. OASC Medical. He knows he has a dodgy eye and doesn't expect to get through for aircrew but examining MO inexplicably tests good eye twice and passes him! He kept quiet about it until operational. Can't remember how he managed to keep his medical cat (early/mid 70s, glasses a no no) but made quite a thing of the gammy eye and wore the monocle with some panache. Hadn't heard the other story about him above, but the monocle's a dead giveaway.

Orderly Sgt at Coningsby, early 70s, little Irish guy, initials EC. Come 1700, time to lower flag, he mixes up and accidentally lowers small pennant at the top of the flag pole instead of the main Flag. Reputedly the SWO, who just happened to be nearby when the whistle went and snapped to attention, had a sense of humour failure and intervened in no uncertain terms.

S.W.O. at Leuchars had a corporal puppy name of Henry I think.
892 Sqdn. Royal Navy were also based at Leuchars.
Come embarkation time to the Ark, some wag puts a notice in the corporals club to the effect that anybody who wishes to visit the Ark put there name below and they will get put on the next chopper out.
Only 1 name goes on list ....... Henry!!!
This is too much for the matelots to stand so they stick him on the next one out.
Then comes a small problem.
Choppers only take people out to the Ark, they do not bring them back !!
One big problem suddenly blows up.
S.W.O. wants to know where his puppy is, meanwhile 892 are desperately trying to 1. Hide Henry from the Old Man and 2. get him back to Leuchars.
I believe they somehow managed to get him back and the story was quietly put to bed
Some of us "crabs" know what happened though .
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Something of a ladies man, I believe his nickname at one time was R*b the Kn*b?