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Welcome To Swinderby

I was there August '74 - can't remember much about it, as it was so long ago.

One thing I do remember was that there was no questions asked at the bar about your age - if you were in, you could get served. :PDT_Xtremez_30:

Yeah that was true, but when I was there ('89) our Sgt (10 flight) didn't give us an evening off for the first 4 weeks - I remember all of us on our hands and knees scrubbing the floor while watching the other lads stagger about outside - still when we did get to the bar it was no questions asked.
 
October 11th 88 i got to that little haven of joy.
Had my bed pack launched out of the window on a daily basis.... Even when i did the one for the guy in the next bed and he did mine. His was always spot on and mine went sailing out of the window. Great fun telling the Cpl that you aren't playing his silly game anymore! My ears have only just stopped beeding.

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Feb '90 for me, and Cpl D*k* was obviously a Sgt D*k*. We were his last ever flight as he was leaving the airforce. A complete Looney but a top bloke.

As for Swinderby itself, it was all a painful blur! Memories!!!!:PDT_Xtremez_28:
 
Im sure they used to check for underage drinking in the Newcomers club, think we had a bright orange ID just to give you away
 
Pass out 86

Pass out 86

I was on 2 Flt that passed out in Nov 86. I seem to remember a bloke with a turban, but he wasn't on our flight.

Was your flypast a Wokka by anychance?


Pretty sure some of the photo's in that book were taken when while I was there.
 
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Was your flypast a Wokka by anychance?


Pretty sure some of the photo's in that book were taken when while I was there.

I was there Aug -Oct and I got chatting to the bloke with the turban(if it's the same guy). He got issued 2 turbans which were exactly the same, but one of them was for his No 1 uniform.
 
I was there August '74 - can't remember much about it, as it was so long ago.

One thing I do remember was that there was no questions asked at the bar about your age - if you were in, you could get served. :PDT_Xtremez_30:

Back in Dec 84 Jan 85, green 13Flt towel and both the Snco and the Cpl had the same very common Welsh name beginning with J.
As to the drinking name badge, you had to wear when in civi's on camp to go in the newcomers. If I remember correctly if you were under 18 it was dyno-tape black, over 18 green.

SCJ
 
Im sure they used to check for underage drinking in the Newcomers club, think we had a bright orange ID just to give you away

I was there in 87, if I remember correctly, you had blue or green name badges, I can't recall which way round it was, but 1 colour meant you were over 18, the other under 18. Those of us over 18 bought drinks for the others as they couldn't get served.

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Im sure they used to check for underage drinking in the Newcomers club, think we had a bright orange ID just to give you away

I was issued a yellow one when I was there (Jul-Sep 91), the under age ones were red, orange or yellow, but I never remember a check being carried out. We always was a pint of coke on our table, just in case!!
 
Nov-Dec '73. I was 22 at the time, so no probs getting a beer. Just not enough of them.
 
I was only 17 but never had a problem getting a beer at Swinderby. But there again nobody else did either.
 
Can't remember the colour but as I was 23 I had a "you can drink" ID used to make a couple of shillings renting it out to smallies whilst I went to the pub at the end of the road.
 
Cpl.****ers

Cpl.****ers

Aaarrgghh the memories of swinditz left the place in June 79 after training, abused by the rocks, stabbed by the medics and drilled in the sun by some sadistic jock Cpl whose name escapes me
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That Jock Corporal was none other than Cpl. Sand*** a fenian and a rotter.....well, until I passed out and then he asked me if I told them he was an "OK bloke", I told him that I'd told the new intake he was an "Utter Cnut" and he beamed at me and said "Thanks, can't have them thinking i'm soft eh?" :PDT_Xtremez_14:
 
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I was in five flight, late 1980 and suffered the same nasty ba$tuds that Mad Pierre did (see page 2). Remember my kit going out of the middle floor window after one kit parade, and marching us across the grass shouting "I've got permission from God!"

Fubar
 
What a brilliant thread for all us old gits, my own personal recollections from 1976:

Oh! What a Night by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons and I Love to Love by Tina Charles constantly on somebodys tinny tranny.

Reveille, Reveille, the time is 0615 resounding round a room accompanied by various sounding farts and profanities.

Getting up at that ungodly hour for the first week and then leaving the bed-pack made and sleeping under a blanket for the rest of the course.

Arriving in Gibson Block (3 Flt) on Day 1 astounded that it was carpeted and overjoyed that the horror stories of polishing floors were unfounded.

Being back-flighted after a bout of Glandular Fever into 17 Flt to find that the horror stories of polishing floors were true!

Arriving in my new Flt during pay parade and having a new arse ripped by the Flt Cdr for the state of my uniform. It seemed the wrong time to remind him that you weren't allowed to do any "Bull" on your uniform whilst residing in the Med Centre (where I had been for 10 Days).

Going to my previous flights leaving do and coming back and puking lager & blackcurrant all over the nice shiny floor the night before AOCs - was I fcuking popular or what!

Passing out Parade on my 17th Birthday and travelling to Hereford where I discovered women and how to puke into buckets.

Happy Days
 
What a brilliant thread for all us old gits, my own personal recollections from 1976:

Oh! What a Night by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons and I Love to Love by Tina Charles constantly on somebodys tinny tranny.

Reveille, Reveille, the time is 0615 resounding round a room accompanied by various sounding farts and profanities.

Getting up at that ungodly hour for the first week and then leaving the bed-pack made and sleeping under a blanket for the rest of the course.

Arriving in Gibson Block (3 Flt) on Day 1 astounded that it was carpeted and overjoyed that the horror stories of polishing floors were unfounded.

Being back-flighted after a bout of Glandular Fever into 17 Flt to find that the horror stories of polishing floors were true!

Arriving in my new Flt during pay parade and having a new arse ripped by the Flt Cdr for the state of my uniform. It seemed the wrong time to remind him that you weren't allowed to do any "Bull" on your uniform whilst residing in the Med Centre (where I had been for 10 Days).

Going to my previous flights leaving do and coming back and puking lager & blackcurrant all over the nice shiny floor the night before AOCs - was I fcuking popular or what!

Passing out Parade on my 17th Birthday and travelling to Hereford where I discovered women and how to puke into buckets.

Happy Days
When in 76 were you on 17Flt? I was on it April/May 76.
 
B E A U TIFUL! Putties... hilarious. I remember being attached to a floor bumper for fooking hours!

May 1984 for me. Frankie goes to hollywood - War.... hoo ha! etc....
 
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