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It doesnt happen any more

it doesn't happen anymore

it doesn't happen anymore

jolly japes and tom foolery.

smalley crucifictions, bodgings.

getting more money than you knew what to do with on det.

6 on 6 off at ISK:PDT_Xtremez_09:
 
Getting BSQ'd with her over the snooker table at St.Mawgan!:PDT_Xtremez_06:
 
Palletizer racing. Outside EROS down the hill from the storage hangar (367, I think) to the back of the cleaning plant chemical store :PDT_Xtremez_28:
Getting caought by the squadron wobbly who didn't bat an eyelid.... Good old Tom :PDT_Xtremez_30:
 
Jacking up the rear end of the NAFFI wagon with a trolley jack so rear wheels are just off the floor. How the NAFFI Bird used to laugh (NOT) as she tried to drive away.
 

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Travelling around the country on **** ups as part of the Newton tug-of-war team on wednesday sports afternoons.

Whilst wearing No 1s, stopping the bus back from Spittalgate to Swinderby so that we could go for a **** by the side of the road.

Scalextric type car racing in and around the rooms at Deci.

Danish birds from Aarhus.

Banjos pre-endex.
 
Saturday morning parades.
A National Serviceman getting a 30/- postal order from his wife (who had a good civvy job) and then taking the watch for a night on the beer in Driffield.
The landlady at the Mucky Duck in Driffield going around with a bucket & mop in the scruff''s bar to clean up the vomit whilst taking orders for the next round of drinks.
Scraping the broom handle with a razor blade for Saturday room inspection at Cosford.
Thinking I'd be rich after reading about the new Military Salary in the late 60s - then reading the small print and realising I'd be just as skint.
Hearing a rumour about collar-attached shirts beings issued (just before I was demobbed in 1973)
Being all set to go on a Tel I course then finding Tel I no longer existed after the 1964 trade structure was introduced.
Hitching a lift from the Twyneham's to work at Sharjah by hanging onto the back of the airfield crash tender as the Rock Ape firemen went on duty.
 
Tsk - Smally !!

Grease-proof bog roll, every sheet printed with "Government Property". Utterly useless for wiping your jacksi with.

Now that is going back a year or three!

Made by IZAL, I think. And is a long time ago. . . . . . .
:PDT_Xtremez_28:
Saturday morning parades.

Scraping the broom handle with a razor blade for Saturday room inspection at Cosford.
Thinking I'd be rich after reading about the new Military Salary in the late 60s - then reading the small print and realising I'd be just as skint.
Hearing a rumour about collar-attached shirts beings issued


Bruce Fletcher


Oh how true.
Especially when, in my case, the Tax went up and I was a bob or two out.
The best trick was to get the missus to sew the damn collar on.
Collar-attached shirts availalbe in some places as a trial. They wern't bad.
 
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Hitting the leading edge of a Lightning with a plastic hammer whilst refueling to stop the fuel from dumping over board.

Lightning guys...you know the reason?
 
doing a stock check of ESG for a LRU, by checking the T - cards,
polishing the floor and buffering it on a friday afternoon, before any hope of getting knocked off,
EEF mt vehicle, Odiham '84, a black mini-van, wicked fun 4 up when it snowed.
 
It doesnt happen any more

Saturday morning parades.

Hearing a rumour about collar-attached shirts beings issued (just before I was demobbed in 1973)
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Saturday morning parades!!!:raf: I joined in 71 and they didn't happen then.

The issue collar studs were gash so I, like most people, bought my own. Even went so far as to buy my own collar attached shirts from Sherwood Supply.
 
smashing the female scribbley trainees in the sauna at RAF credenhill Hereford whilst a SAC on SC course.

working on a sat morning to make up for the time off on wed afternoons playing station footy, my snco harry the ******* checking my registers to see if i did come in on sat too.

playing pro evo footy in 41/54 sqn stores at colt all day and watch fatlad put his foot through the PS cos i beat him, and then getting interupted cos someone wanted a d state demand

ringing the FS up cos he knew how to play command and conquerer on the said PS and we didnt

getting stood down on fri morning cos i was hammered from colt bop on thurs neet

being deputy guard commander as an SAC at colt, and getting bollocked by some sqn ldr for locking the little gate between the ociffers mess and mt 5 mins early, and she was too fat and lazy to walk round, but she was late for work

surfing off the back of the hawson van past R&D at colt and not getting caught by FS Al M**ley the biggest cnut of them all, ps i ****ed all over your furniture when it was in storage after your wife kicked you out for shagging some retarded girl that lodged with you

bankning with natwest lincoln brayford, and knowing my loans officer personally. she was always on the phone for my cheque book and card back
at least she knew how expensive my courses were. they didnt call the SC course the 700 club for nothing.

naffi bop colt, it was an institution. not a matter of will you get laid but when!
living in flats at colt instead of the block, it was a legalised brothel
 
It doesnt happen any more

Hitting the leading edge of a Lightning with a plastic hammer whilst refueling to stop the fuel from dumping over board.

Lightning guys...you know the reason?

Go on gizza clue.

I thought that if a Lightning didn't leak it was u/s.:PDT_Xtremez_30:
 
Re-setting Turndown actuator by fitting to RB199 and letting it "naturaly" pi$$ everywhere during egr to reset...then the FS turned up...oops!!!

Playing shuffle board in the Bulldog, Goose Bay....with a favourite large liney "Sheffle Board) in a luminous vest turned into a thing!!! yeouch!
 
Cleaning dirt off things with M.E.K. or 'Trike' using your bare hands.
Forgetting which way around your leg to put on putties, especially when hung over.
Puting tiny holes in the liquid filled seals of your mate's old white ear deffenders so the sticky liquid dribbled down his neck.
Doing dance of the flamin' ar5e holes in the Italian bar in Decci.
Can fights in the NAFFI in Decci.
WW
 
It doesnt happen anymore

It doesnt happen anymore

Cleaning dirt off things with M.E.K. or 'Trike' using your bare hands.
Forgetting which way around your leg to put on putties, especially when hung over.
Puting tiny holes in the liquid filled seals of your mate's old white ear deffenders so the sticky liquid dribbled down his neck.
Doing dance of the flamin' ar5e holes in the Italian bar in Decci.
Can fights in the NAFFI in Decci.

WW

Those were the days, luxury.:PDT_Xtremez_30:
 
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