Kiwistacker
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In days of old when knights were bold and Frauleins weren't invented!
Let's have some stories from those halcyon days of Herfy handbags, Paderborner Beer and Tac meets that usually ended up with someone being arrested.
One story I shall tell is regarding a fellow Supplier whom I shall call Skoot. As we were about to leave Bergen-Hohne he was getting ready to drive a 4-tonner and drag. As the packet formed he was unable to be found so his co-driver, a Sgt who shall be known as Pete Spot (a non HGV driver) had to take over. Half way back there was a stop at a rastplatz, where the biccy bakers served up some rancid fish and chips. The driver in the wagon behind Pete's informed him that his rear flap was open. On looking inside Skoot was found asleep on a camnet, having consumed half a slab of Paddy (Paderborner beer) which he had "found". (It turned out that 20 mins prior to the convoy setting off from Bergen he had gone for a combat kip). Unable to drive he was left in the back of the 4-tonner while Pete finished the journey. On arrival back at gutersloh Skoot had finished off the rest of the slab and was mangled. After sorting out the vehicles myself and Mar*** She***** took him back to his flat at Blankenhagen, by now Skoot was paralytic so we propped him against his front door and ran away, stupidly up the stairs and not out the door, giggling like 5 year old girls. His wife was not very pleased when she opened the door and found her husband in such a state, Mar**** then gave what can only be described as a miaew like noise which Skoot's wife heard. "I know your up there, you Fecking *******s" she shouted. She was Welsh and a nice girl (big unit). We only just escaped by the skin of our teeth.
Another story involves a Supplier in a strip bar again at Bergen-Hohne who shall be known as Bata. He got himself a blowjob for 200 DM, a lot of money in 1989! When it was time to leave the club the group of Storemen were held up by the hefty bouncers because Bata hadn't paid his bill, they pooled their money and came up with about 20 marks. Eventually, in order to protect their facial features Mar*** She**** paid the bill using his credit card, imagine Mar***'s wife's surprise a month later. Bata then became known as Barclay******, for those of you who may know him, this is why.
Let's have some stories from those halcyon days of Herfy handbags, Paderborner Beer and Tac meets that usually ended up with someone being arrested.
One story I shall tell is regarding a fellow Supplier whom I shall call Skoot. As we were about to leave Bergen-Hohne he was getting ready to drive a 4-tonner and drag. As the packet formed he was unable to be found so his co-driver, a Sgt who shall be known as Pete Spot (a non HGV driver) had to take over. Half way back there was a stop at a rastplatz, where the biccy bakers served up some rancid fish and chips. The driver in the wagon behind Pete's informed him that his rear flap was open. On looking inside Skoot was found asleep on a camnet, having consumed half a slab of Paddy (Paderborner beer) which he had "found". (It turned out that 20 mins prior to the convoy setting off from Bergen he had gone for a combat kip). Unable to drive he was left in the back of the 4-tonner while Pete finished the journey. On arrival back at gutersloh Skoot had finished off the rest of the slab and was mangled. After sorting out the vehicles myself and Mar*** She***** took him back to his flat at Blankenhagen, by now Skoot was paralytic so we propped him against his front door and ran away, stupidly up the stairs and not out the door, giggling like 5 year old girls. His wife was not very pleased when she opened the door and found her husband in such a state, Mar**** then gave what can only be described as a miaew like noise which Skoot's wife heard. "I know your up there, you Fecking *******s" she shouted. She was Welsh and a nice girl (big unit). We only just escaped by the skin of our teeth.
Another story involves a Supplier in a strip bar again at Bergen-Hohne who shall be known as Bata. He got himself a blowjob for 200 DM, a lot of money in 1989! When it was time to leave the club the group of Storemen were held up by the hefty bouncers because Bata hadn't paid his bill, they pooled their money and came up with about 20 marks. Eventually, in order to protect their facial features Mar*** She**** paid the bill using his credit card, imagine Mar***'s wife's surprise a month later. Bata then became known as Barclay******, for those of you who may know him, this is why.