Originally Posted by TheIronDuke

Its Francés actually. There is a little thing above the ‘e’. It is called an ‘accent’. I do not usually make a big deal of it, but since we are going to be friends, I feel we should be open and transparent and share our important things. Like getting my name right.

It is lovely that you were close to your vicar. Was your Daddy a hero like mine? My Daddy was in REME you know. He lied about his height.

That looks suspiciously like a Ffrench thing. IS IT FFRENCH?

With respect to your fathers memory, but FFRENCH things CANNOT BE TOLERATED.

Originally Posted by Biffo15

Thanks ,it's just he's such a knob story doesn't go with the man !!

Are you aware that you could be calling a battle hardened hero a Knober?

I take it that you are a civvy who knows nothing of the unique mentality of such men.

I know a man who sucks lollipops, talks like a three year old, watches cartoons and makes strange animal sounds for no apparently reason.

He also did 25 years in the Parachute Regiment.......Never judge a book by it's cover my friend.

If your new work colleague is genuine ex forces, he is deliberately toying with you all for his own personal pleasure as he views you all as gullible cunts.

If a REME Vehicle Mechanic wanted to do the AACC he could of course, but he wouldn't be part of 42 Cdo. They have their own badged VM's.

Anyway, back on thread.

Although my late* Father was a career Crab, he was actually a mechanic, so that's nearly REME, and he served in Aden, as did I (at little boys school) and he would often regale us with his heroic deeds in and around the MT Section at RAF Khormaksar. He was a bit taller than TID's Father, so I presume they never met, well, not eye to eye obviously.

He would have been a full screw during his Aden days in 1964, as he helped to tighten the wheel nuts of the vehicles, that looked exactly the same as the ones that were on ops just down the road at Radfan. He kept up these heroic stories, and dropped in the word Radfan at every opportunity, including early evenings before my younger brother and I had to salute him before retiring to bed. Then some nosey cunt (Fathers words) invented Google and his story telling dropped off somewhat.

He did tell us a very tall tale about some Army idiot, a supposed mechanic, who got himself trapped under a moving vehicle, a result of being so tiny that the driver didn't see him, and was dragged along a rough goat trail for some considerable distance. There was some talk amongst the Wives Club, that a missing oil switch had a part to play, but that was obviously a load of old bollox. (Mums words.)

Dad also succumbed to Bowel Cancer late last year, but I console myself with the fact, that there is at least one other ex mechanic with a similar condition up in Heaven being supported by Jesus, and as my Father was bigger than the now departed TID senior, he'd probably beat him in a punch up.

*What is it with these old people being late? They're all at it. NAAFI watches have always been cheap FFS, what have they been spending their money on? Tardy wankers.

'Kin dusty in here, all of a sudden.

But then I'm Aden and there's a bit of a breeze getting up.

There are so many recollections in this thread that sound familiar. My father also served his country in the dark days of the setting of the sun on the empire, However when you say your fathers were in Aden they may have ment my bisexual father of Irish extraction who's penchant for being dry bummed in dusty places often led to lacerated wounds and brown thumbs. How well I remember him singing "bless em all, bless em all, the long and the short and the tall". As he left the public toilets in the Urmston civic centre.
Sadly my father is no longer with us, he works as a steward on a cruise liner.
BTW his mob was some sort of mortar platoon.

Another fckin Walt. get over it and move on TID you waster

TID, Your story about your dear departed daddy and his outstanding valour, really touched my heart, his dreadfull injuries and resulting painfull demise after years of suffering almost brought tears to my rheumy old eyes, it is not often that a situation such as yours tempts me to offer my heartfelt condolences, and this is one of those situations, so no cigar as your a sympathy whore.

Are you a scouser.

Originally Posted by AIR FILTER

I know a man who sucks lollipops, talks like a three year old, watches cartoons and makes strange animal sounds for no apparently reason.

He also did 25 years in the Parachute Regiment.......Never judge a book by it's cover my friend.

Interesting - If I met such a man, I'd automatically think he'd done 25yrs in the Paras and was probably in charge.

Originally Posted by Fallschirmjager

He's obviously a faggot otherwise he'd have claimed to be an ex-Para.

Get fcuked, the man obviously has a bit of dash and panache about himself, any old window licker can be a Para walt.

Someone pass the sick bucket