ARmy Rumour SErvice

So now I have some time, my tale from Med Hat………………there I am, back in the summer of ’87, on Med Man when one Sunday I get led astray to go out for a quiet drink or two at a rodeo.

Off we toddles, driver in hand (courtesy of RCT – great how they always volunteered to be Des), to the rodeo to quaff plentiful glasses of warm pi55 whilst taking the same out of all them gentiles in their 25 gallon hats.

Eventually, we wind up back in Med Hat and after a few wets at the Sin Bin we decide to grace the Ming Tree with our presence. Upon entering said venue I became engrossed in a conversation with an obviously very virtuous young maiden….well, my mouth was engrossed in the conversation; my eyes were affixed to her ample breasts.

In true fashion, copious amounts of Ming Tree ale was sunk until, whilst strutting my funky stuff on the dance floor (that is not a pretty sight) with my new lady friend I uttered the truly romantic words that only squaddies can bring to the party “You’ve got cracking tits, I’d love to see them some time”, to which she, in true bashful manner, lifted up her tee shirt and thrust them in my face. Whoo Hoo, these had to be seen to be believed, no silicon and solid as rocks, no southerly travel whatsoever – that sight has stayed with me since. “Your place or mine?” says I, quickly followed by, “I haven’t got one so it’s got to be yours”. 30 seconds later we’re in a taxi bound for her house.

‘Slam bam thank you mam’ the night away, eventually crawling into the bed, which is pushed into the corner of the room.

I wake up nice and early as the sun is creeping over the horizon, facing the wall in the corner of the room. Fcuk me, that’s grotty wall-paper, I’m thinking, through alcohol fuzzed eyeballs, eeuurrgh, really weird. Screw eyes up into focus. Fcuk me, that’s not wall-paper at all, that’s writing, not any writing but only numbers, ranks and names. Hey???? I bolt upright in the bed and looking around the room I’m reading, on a well scribed wall, nigh on the nominal roll of the whole fcuking British Army that’s been through BATUS in the past umpteen years. Then I realise, from the battleship grey headboard that the bed has been procured from that good old government department store, Q&M, and the headboard also doesn’t have much space to add my name to it. So we did the dirty deed again and I went off on my way to find a taxi back to Crowfoot.

I left Med Hat two days later and did not return in those two days but I was sore for friggin' days afterwards!

So, if any of you have been to that bungalow on the east side of Med Hat and added your NRN to the ‘wall of fame/shame’, now’s the time to come clean……and if YOU are the QM’s lacky (or QM even) who supplied the bed you, sir, can rest assured that the bed has seen more front line action than Helmand!!

Originally Posted by Voices_in_my_head

Fear not, guys, the Bin was closed over the winter period (it does every year)
but will be re-opening within the next two weeks. Sadly, as mentioned above, no more strip bars a la Cheeters, but still have Stiletto's, the "Lingerie" bar.
Night Club wise there is Gringo's and a new venue opening next to the Silver Buckle. If you want good food and dance/sports bar, then try Ralph's. Saturday and Sunday days there is good old Smitty's in the mall. Be aware that the city goes non smoking on May 31st 07. :D

Ralphs???

Last time i was in town (Summer05) the place was shut after a LanceJack from the cheeseys turned the place over and got glassed by some bikers bird.

Good to hear the bin will be back. Hope to be in BATUS next year!