I was on the same intake. We got off the train at Newark (which was late) to be met by a pretty angry DI Cpl J****r, "Get on the fcukin' bus right fcukin' now you bunch of fcukers!". One of the lads just said "Fcuk this I'm off!", got back on the train and went home.
We were on the top floor of Reid block opposite the mess, Cpl D*k* was our Cpl DI, ex Rock Bofors gunner deaf as a post, mad as a hatter but a great bloke. We didn't have a Sgt for the first few weeks then got an evil b@stard Kyn****n who I believe has recently retired as a WO somewhere.
We also had to have a second MFT over the final weekend due to so many people going down with glandular fever, injuries and getting binned off the first one.
There was also the wimpy double-barreled would be supplier who got re-flighted loads of times who actually wet himself on parade.