Originally Posted by maninblack

Originally Posted by Ventress

In Aldershot,(Mons Bks) 81-84, our block had regular visits from a few old growlers from Ash Vale- I think one even stood in the scoff queue without a head turning- saying that she was fuc& ugly- so that might explain that.

Mons was feral, utterley feral.


During that period a certain ex legionaire/RMP/Bootie was regulary hosing down "The Horse" in his block

For those not in the know, The Horse was a big, fat brothel keeper who ran an establishment specialising in entertaining Nepalese gentlemen in a council flat in North Town.

She was once the top prize in the RADC Junior Ranks Christmas Raffle. The prize was to be taken in the toilet cubicle of the TMJ. The winner ran away.

As was Lille!! Christ!

Originally Posted by maninblack

Originally Posted by Ventress

In Aldershot,(Mons Bks) 81-84, our block had regular visits from a few old growlers from Ash Vale- I think one even stood in the scoff queue without a head turning- saying that she was fuc& ugly- so that might explain that.

Mons was feral, utterley feral.


During that period a certain ex legionaire/RMP/Bootie was regulary hosing down "The Horse" in his block

For those not in the know, The Horse was a big, fat brothel keeper who ran an establishment specialising in entertaining Nepalese gentlemen in a council flat in North Town.

She was once the top prize in the RADC Junior Ranks Christmas Raffle. The prize was to be taken in the toilet cubicle of the TMJ. The winner ran away.

Yes the winner did run away, but you didn't finish the story

The Horse chased after the poor unfortunate wretch, gave him a jolly good slapping

Then dragged him back to her pad & used & abused the poor fellow all night long, before letting him free in the morning.

He was seen coming out of her pad, looking like a Panda (black eyes)

Originally Posted by ExScaleyBleep

Lisburn Barracks, 93-95.. the WRAC accommodation ??? on a Friday/Saturday night used to echo to the sounds of the lads running through and in and out of rooms.. The GOS and GOO tried to curb it on several occasions .. never worked though.. many of us had the walk of shame on the Sunday/Monday morning after a night on the Strip and then the walk through the corridors after using the fire escape doors !

There,s something not right here? especially since the last WRAC left Thiepval in 1971....I take it you are refering to Thiepval? apologies to you if not.

Thiepval, 1981 or thereabouts. The singlies block, RMP. One bloke (nameless) smuggled a nubile young Nursie into the accommodation and kept her there all night. And next day actuall, to the delight ( and annoyance) of his room mates. One room mate remarked at about 2.00 AM, "the dirty b*st*rds giving her one". Course, these things lead to spontaneous block inspections by the CO. Sods rules, yep. The CO wants to tour the blocks just when you decide to have a sh*g. Hearing the commotion and squeaking, boss enters the room to be met by a naked, moving hairy arrse.

Result...busted. Posted. fecked. But at least with a smile. All true.

The WRAC block BTW wasn't removed/empty in 1981 as I recall. Many a liaison in there. And one or two accidental falls from the WRAC block windows :o during bed checks/room inspections. Ask Geordie Wea*t**r*y

Happy memories.....recall seeing two Jocks throw a naked Iban woman over the 12' fence surrounding their TacHQ at Sibu just before 'Big Geordie' the Provost arrived on the scene, they then tried to throw her sarong over but it got caught on the barbed wire - Jocks bolted - naked Iban lady screaming demanding her 'clothes' much to the amusement of the guard who turned out to investigate the noise!.

Couple of Jocks invited 'Vulgar Val' into the barracks in Shorncliffe, while they were 'doing the biz' another Jock, pissed off at not being invited to the party, threw her clothes in the fire (remember those pot belly stoves in the middle of the barrack rooms back then?). Val was still scuffling around naked, pleading for her clothes when the Duty Piper was blowing the Quarter Hour Dress......someone gave her a No 2 Dress raincoat. The entire Bn on parade watched as 'Val' shuffled off - mouthing obscenities - wearing a pair of old brown issue gymshoes and a flasher mac. The 'Tara' Geordie L*****W. DCM., was not amused!

Another lady of easy virtue exfiltrated from Belfast Barracks Osnabruck in the back of a Land Rover wearing a greatcoat and glengarry! Her 'paramour' never saw her, or his kit, again though happily signed the P1954 - said it was worth it!

Jocks having their way with Dhobi-Women in Airport Camp was a regular occurrence - afternoon matinee performances! Backfired for those tiring of their Belizean Princesses ....would never get their dhobi back!

Another Jock in Hong Kong, totally enamoured with 'Honeybuckets' the old Chinese lady who took away the 'night soil', when expressing his love for her by grabbing her a**e was rewarded with the entire contents of her bucket over his head - ardour cooled!!

Happy days!

XXV

Originally Posted by tropper66

After what seemed like a lifetime in the desert, my first Sunday morning in RAF Ballykelly was a shock, the bogs were full of slack cnut from Londonderry in their undies, a couple of days latter these same lovelys were chucking Petrol bombs at me in the Bogside

You obviously needed to review your bedside manner.

Iserlohn was a great place for imported crumpet. When 2 AES arrived, the local birds had fond memories of the Canadians and were soon disabused of the notion that we were also over paid. The dirty buggers in the 4 man room next to my bunk kept a bird in there for several days. By peeping through the keyhole I noted that she had a face like Quasimodo's Mum and wore bright orange knickers. The second summer that I was there I pulled a young bird of about 18 from a local disco and she spent the weekend in my bunk. Sex with her was disappointing as she was so tight it was very painful. During pillow talk on Sunday afternoon she admitted that she was only 15 - in fact 14 and 11 months Soooooo with a great deal of diplomacy I got her out of camp pronto. I sweated for months after that. Another bird that shared my bunk for a few days was called Elizabeth Von Schott, daughter of a German Count. She had the disgusting habit of always kissing with her mouth wide open, but did a creditable bj.

Then there was the milf from the flats next to the camp. She loved young horny lads and I was the first. It must be true she told me so.

And then Vic Grecki (RIP) used to borrow the troop minibus and bring in birds from the hospital on a Saturday night.

Then there were the pads wives.... nuff said. But one Arty Sgt. Set me up with his wife after a darts match in our sqn bar.

Iserlohn - fond memories.

from a local disco

This wouldn't be the "disco" under the Eissporthalle, known as Chickenheads was it?? Pulled many a young strumpet there. Also the freibad was a good place for picking up the locals as well.

Originally Posted by Tastytoggle

Edinburgh Castle. There was nothing to ease the broom hadle and billiard cue with which she began the entertainment so we proffered clear dubbin as vaseline. Needs must when the devil drives......

Dont suppose you still have a contact telephone number??? hahaha

Quite a few shenanigans went on at the School of Infantry in the late 70s and early 80's IIRC. One lad from my battalion was particularly adept at tapping off with the local lasses (Sparrow - where are you now?).

There was also one lad in the Int Corps depot at Ashford in 1981 (ish) who was often found with one of the warm round and cuddly's in his bed.

I love these threads about the bad old days - they bring back happy memories of simpler times when all we had to worry about was finishing the beer before 3SA came over the IGB and putting up with a tour in NI every couple of years...

Rodney2q