Actually, now I come to think about it, they were generally called Saturday night hops. Seem to remember you had a live band (usually a really old "crooner" with a few on guitar and saxophone behind him. However, when they went on a break, the stage would revolve and some guy would stand there playing records. After a while, the guy playing records became more popular than the live band, hence the birth of the "disco". Met my missus at one of these hops. Now there's a good reason for not attending them!
(Ouch, she was reading over my shoulder when I typed that and clouted me round the ear 'ole! No quick handjob for me tonight, then!)

It's soooo sad. I click on the linky thingy wotsit that used to take me to that lovely land where my old playmates were, people who talk my language, talking about things that I understand ('cept for jumpin' out of burning barrage balloons or perfectly good aeroplanes - now that one really was WEIRD!), and all I get now is this pathetic little

forum

on my screen.

And someone tells me they've shoved us in with "The Lamp and the Sandbag" second-class (II) as if our stories weren't worth listening to for their erudi... errudish... smart-arrse-ness.

What's more it's got "The Tall Story Strikes Back" in the title!

TALL STORY? I'll have you know not all of us were woodentops - some of us are short-arrses. I used to be taller but now ....... I'm rounder than I am tall. Feckin' weeble. That's what I've turned into. You can knock me over and I won't fall ..... What? Where was I? Oh yes.

God bless Johnny Gurkha. That's it. Innit?

GMOB

Originally Posted by naguere

Is it too late to spend all my BAFs wot I have saved?

You've been saving Belgium Air Forces?!

I thought BAFs were portly WRACs (Big Arsed Fuckers) No?
Bugger!

Originally Posted by ancienturion

NUMBER FOUR! NUMBER FOUR young man. There was only one real rifle issued at basic and that was the SMLE and I still have one which has lasted me through No 4s, SLRs, SA80s. It was/is a real rifle, made not put together like that later Enfield stuff.
I will have you know it was only when we......(smacking hand on table) "Hello was that the front door or the back door?"

I thought the EM-2 was the dog's danglies...

Originally Posted by blue-sophist

I picked up my latest prescription this morning ... free, of course. Nurse says it will be a lot better now, and she won't have to clean up after me so often.

Now about this protest ... what is it about? Do I need to wear medals?

You must wear the HQ 11gp one that you received for your unstinting devotion to duty (remember, you stayed at work till 12:05 on a Friday............................................ ..................................once)



Actually, asking you to remember was a bit stupid of me really

Originally Posted by pongo6863

I thought the EM-2 was the dog's danglies...

Unfortunately, it was not the calibre the septics had decided would be the common(?) calibre.

Originally Posted by dragknuckle

You must wear the HQ 11gp one that you received for your unstinting devotion to duty (remember, you stayed at work till 12:05 on a Friday............................................ ..................................once)

Actually, asking you to remember was a bit stupid of me really

Hello?! Do we actually know each other?

When I was at 11Gp, the OH was at HQ SC at Brampton, and I always tried to slope off home around 1500 on a Friday [they were still building the Hatfield Tunnel back then]. If I didn't get away early, it would add 2 bloody hours to the journey time. My Boss wouldn't wear it ... "If I let you do it, everyone will want to." Actually, you dim bloody Navigator, the rest of your staff don't have to live in bloody Huntingdon, and commute up the A1 on Friday. And, BTW, I don't eat lunch, so while you lot are scoffing in the Mess, I'm sat here working. That's 5 bonus hours a week you are getting for FREE! Cnut.

This was also the twat who actually criticised me for being efficient and returning files to him too quickly with all actions completed. "You might like to think I might like to mull things over for a few days". Guess what, you can mull it with the solution sat there in your In-Tray, wakner!

No wonder he held acting rank for the entire tour.


Little bits of memory still function perfectly.
Now, where's the loo, I need to go again. Oh, wrong, my glass is empty ... where's the kitchen?

Gosh, on another thread they're talking about whacking the civilian population again. Does this mean we can open the pillboxes again? And, if so, does anyone remember where they are?

Originally Posted by ancienturion

Gosh, on another thread they're talking about whacking the civilian population again. Does this mean we can open the pillboxes again? And, if so, does anyone remember where they are?

Kitchen, left cupboard, top shelf. So the kids can't get them. Nor, for that matter, can I.