In existence for over a century Sheffield UOTC is based at the historic Somme Barracks at the top end of West Street, recruiting from both Sheffield University and Sheffield Hallam University. An 'all infantry' OTC, these steely-eyed dabblers in degrees divide their time between their Uni and kidney failure. The year is split into two halves, semester one is MTQ training and semester two is 'Green' training.
(Basic Company / Baby Company / Bait Company/ Bloody B-Company Mongs)
First year at OTC gives the new recruits an opportunity to get MTQ1 and their first dose of chlamydia under their belts as well as learning to understand a broad Yorkshire accent from the highly strung SAA instructor.
(Advanced Company / Arrogant Company / Shark Company)
Second year at OTC and still mostly mongs they might act like they know what they are doing but dont be fooled. A Company do MTQ2 in their first semester, GYCs are fast-tracked to A Coy where they slide into a tightly knit social group with ease. Following this, recent form has been to storm off in a huff upon discovering that they don't actually get their pip back after MDLP2 any more, but they still turn up in the park on Rememberance Sunday looking like a gimp in a bowler hat.
(Development Company / Dossing Company)
Third year at OTC for the majority of the company not alot goes on with these folkes other than playing enemy on weekends and doing extra PT.
(Admin Plt / Recce Plt / Support Troop)
The real power behind Sheffield UOTC! Made up of a crack team of old and bold (and the odd youngster!) soldiers of varying capbadges; RE/RLC/AGC etc, these are the people responsible for getting things done. In our own time, on our own terms.
1 - Subbies
These chaps go away on a three-week camping course after summer camp and come back with a strangely high sex appeal to freshers, and a lot of stories that start with "this one time at Sandhurst..." .
2 - JUOs
The professional core of the OTC, without them there would be no chip runs, lists or random shouting, they are convinced of their own self-importance and no truer proof can be found for the proverb that: At the bottom of the ladder the rungs are very close together.
3 - D Company Bods
Those members of the unit that have singularly failed to achieve anything whatsoever in their vast time with the OTC. This lot can often be found attaching themselves to training teams on weekends or doing odd jobs for the PSIs hoping to earn a Christmas Curly-wurly.
4 - Old Boys
Former members of the unit that don't know that when the lights go on at the end of the disco, it's time to go home. Usually comprises people who went regular who come back to recruit (and pull girls who wouldn't look twice at them under other circumstances), or just hangers-on who turn up largely unwanted but mysteriously invited to dinner nights.
Despite grabbing one of the aforementioned Old Boys as unit press officer/ PR Guru, Sheffield OTC has managed to maintain its reputation as the Party OTC (wrestling the title from the indefatigable Queens) in the tabloid press. First there was the highest ranking drugs bust in the British Army (an anecdote which gets more and more apocryphal every time it's told), followed shortly by the syndication in various national publications of the now infamous Slagmag- largely billed as "ARMY SEX CAMP SHOCK" or similar. Students get drunk and shag. Yawn.