He wasn't too chuffed when I got pulled for drink driving and he wouldn't let me go to the loo so I duly said "you asked for it" and pi55ed allover the backroom floor, he wanted to get all animated you could see it, but civplod were there who promptly demanded blankets so they didn't get pi55 on their seats taking me to Bracknell nick.
77A. No Pl numbers then. A Coy CSM was 'Sparky' Stokes - top fella. D*** 'Taff' W****** was a good mate who went all the way to Junior RSM in a short time, and that after trying to work his ticket for a whole Div. Strange world. Great memories though, except a cold winter in the spiders when the heating failed. Ice inside the bloody windows...
5th Troop Hells Bks 03/88 I was one of the lucky 80 reme recruits that went through the Royal Signals basic training unit in Catterick. I have never asked for a Signals post since.
83A CoH R**er
Duran Duran 'Something i should know'
Met *****as i returned to hand in the old id card at the end of '92. He was back at PMC as provo staff. Gave him some severe gip!! His answer was something along the lines of 'i expect you remeber me from the mid 80's when i was last here?' Not half!! He had 6 months to do then and had reached the lofty heights of full screw!!
Paddy ripper beasting the c*ap out of you in the gaurdroom for not marching to breakfast.
Quick change parades from a certain para/cdo training sgt - KNOB!!!
Also met an ex PMC training sgt in my local of all places a couple of years back. Sgt tiny M****am, para, from 84-85. Scared the c*ap out of us and about 6 foot 6 to boot. Needless to say he didn't remember me with the same fond memories i had of him!!
Fencing with Viscount Alanbrooke, mad as a hatter!!
SEE Holding platoon and the 'joys' of living/ working in the Officers Mess
Frankie F****s (Provost) - the oldest lancejack in NATO, and possibly the gobbiest weedgie b'stard on the planet. The rubber mats on the floor of the Guard Room you had to walk on so the extremely highly polished floor didn't get dirty. And polishing the floor every hour or so.
Status Quo 'You're in the Army Now' and Jerry Henry the bent DJ/Compere at the Brahms putting on Man Parrish's 'Male Stripper' because someone from Depot would always get pissed and start stripping believing that they were the fist person to do so. I also remember a lad (was tiffy when I last saw him in 199 S****y, who would swap spit with Jerry for cash. £1 a kiss IIRC.
Maths Pool
The fat fecker (went radar/rapier i think) who couldn't pass a bft, even taking a shortcut through the patch and knocking 1/2 the distance off and he still failed.
The Whore's Bed (Boar's Head). Always good for a pint and a fight.
'There are not enough superlatives in the English language to describe a Princess Coronation locomotive in full cry. We shall never see their like again'.
O.S. Nock
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