Just wondered if I am the only one who gets nostalgic for Credenhill every time I go to Halton on a course. It really was the dogs bo11ocks and it was a sad day when they closed it. Down town on Friday night at the Kerry arms, the Ula bar, into Sticky carpets then up for a chinese at the Dragon. No trouble 'cos peple didn't know which unit you came from (could be Stirling lines, nudge nudge). Xmas 1977, we had a party every night! There was 5 women to every bloke and if you didn't score you were gay! (although some of the steward trainees were a bit sus!) 5hagging in the TV rooms (BBC 2 was the best, no one watched it) and Kipper getting a blow job in the study room, then walking into the bar and announcing it! Sangars were another good fondling slot, kept the wind off you, although the sand gets everywhere. Tapping off with the lass on guard with you, then finishing with her the day before your next gaurd! Leaving do's at the Priory or Halfway house (with Tesco Lil the local lush, god bless her!) Cleaning the basic Waafs shoes in exchange for your ironing done, then getting your shirts back with a "bra crease" ironed into it doh! Trying to hide from the Discip (the ever scary Terry Boisell) and failing every time. We were once paraded along with every single course, on a Friday night, and bo11ocked because someone had left semen stains on the snooker tables. It was a tribute to the awe we held Terry in that we didn't pi55 ourselves laughing on parade! This was all during my Phase 2 training (ex Swinderby for Phase 1 and I spent time at Cosford and Innsworth, remuster was a great thing) I went back for Phase 3 and specialist courses and never failed to have fun. Also as a young (17) lad I got my first stand up 5hag, in my best blue (we used to have to travel in it) on the Hereford to Crewe train, Xmas 1977, Alison G you were a goddess!