A Wildcat in the wardrobe

There was one in Hohne in '60's , spent so much time in Barracks think she was on Ration Strength.. Her Nom De Plume was Sox due to her strange fetish of wearing Socks,Woolen as she clanked through the Barracks on her ancient bike.
 

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This made me laugh about a funny smell coming from one of 847 NAS matelot digs, which turned out to be his naked Indonesian gf hiding for ages.


As it transpires the Shore Patrol /MoD Plod duly escorted off her the premises and said matelot is probably in leg irons awaiting his fate, which I imagine be walking the plank.

Wonder if she is a Wildcat and he could cop a plea for taking his work home lol

cheers
IIRC on one tour of Indo a lovelorn OZ 'sparkie' managed to snare a local working lovely into a marriage proposal and promptly toured his bride-to -be around the family estates in Oz and in spite of some of his mates telling him that it wasn't likely to last .... he persevered and the marriage was made. Upon return to camp-site all seemed lovely at first until boredom set in and the new Mrs Ozzie Sparkie headed down slope to the resort area. At said resort, the new Mrs OS encountered a bunch of lewd and licentious contract miners who quickly disabused her of the notion of marital fidelity as a restraining requirement and she should return to her former skilled profession of exacting 'dollah' and good times from the gringos. In short order she tackled 3 very willing chaps and posed for trophy pix with her newest best friends and the next successors. After a day of unmitigated lust and splendour all round she returned to camp-site and dutiful marital obedience. However, the the gringo chaps full of beer, beef and lust sent each other pix of the resort exploits and chortled away merrily. Mr Oz Sparkie became aware of some porno stuff and down loaded said pix of Mrs OS in full and imaginative flights of fancy, the like of which he had never experienced.... ever. He immediately forwarded the inflammatory pix to Human Resources and Sr Mg'mt demanding satisfaction forthwith. The remedy he was seeking was swift and totally unexpected -- he was immediately deported and returned to Oz within less than 24 hours for the unpardonable sin of ''sending pornography across the camp-site network and degrading treatment of a national lady of impeccable breeding."
He returned to Oz unmarried I understand
 
Was it in early Victorian times families lived in barrack rooms with husband?


The far end of the OR's dormitory usually over the stables, was curtained off, into two sections, and two married men were allowed to have their wife's living in, in return the wives were expected to sew and darn the single lads clothes, and carry out menial chores.
 
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The Saudis kept a whore in the Sgts Mess at Cottesmore just after they arrived to do their training on the Tornado. The tart was discovered when a curious SNCO RAF policeman followed one of the Saudis, who was carrying a tray loaded with food, back to their wing in the Mess accommodation.

Cottesmore also had a mess steward known as the Goblin Teasmade who provided more than an early morning cup of tea.
 
The Saudis kept a whore in the Sgts Mess at Cottesmore just after they arrived to do their training on the Tornado. The tart was discovered when a curious SNCO RAF policeman followed one of the Saudis, who was carrying a tray loaded with food, back to their wing in the Mess accommodation.

Cottesmore also had a mess steward known as the Goblin Teasmade who provided more than an early morning cup of tea.
iirc there was one living in the block at cosford, using empty room for tricks only came to light when she tryed to sign on at the DSS using the camp as an address,
 
"We are investigating the incident but the individual is a European national and there is no suspicion of espionage."

What a bone comment. So Europeans won't spy on us then?
They’ll confiscate out ham sandwiches though.
 
The Saudis kept a whore in the Sgts Mess at Cottesmore just after they arrived to do their training on the Tornado. The tart was discovered when a curious SNCO RAF policeman followed one of the Saudis, who was carrying a tray loaded with food, back to their wing in the Mess accommodation.

Cottesmore also had a mess steward known as the Goblin Teasmade who provided more than an early morning cup of tea.
Hang on was the mess Steward male or female .....lol

cheers
 

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Once upon a time, this would have been applauded.
 

Cottesmore also had a mess steward known as the Goblin Teasmade who provided more than an early morning cup of tea.

I wonder how apocryphal the “Goblin Teasmade” line is. I have certainly heard it attributed to Messes in Aldershot, Valley, Shawbury, Finningley and Marham.
 
I wonder how apocryphal the “Goblin Teasmade” line is. I have certainly heard it attributed to Messes in Aldershot, Valley, Shawbury, Finningley and Marham.

It was certainly at Cottesmore. There was quite a bit of an upheaval amongst the mess staff when various extra-curricular activities came to light - quite a few short-notice postings out for those involved plus the knock-on effect of the Law of Unintended Consequences resulting in a CM for the WO Catering. 1986/7 if I remember correctly.

At Marham, one of the stewardesses bunked up with various singlie Sgts, saved her making the journey to and from Swaffham.
 
The far end of the OR's dormitory usually over the stables, was curtained off, into two sections, and two married men were allowed to have their wife's living in, in return the wives were expected to sew and darn the single lads clothes, and carry out menial chores.
Very late edit:- The old WRAC block ( As was) at cavalry barracks Hounslow is a good example of this. stables at ground level, living accommodation above over two floors. As it has listed status, the ground floor stable blocks, with their low dividing walls between the horses stalls, were not allowed to be removed, and so each bed was separated from the next by a low stone wall. They were built in 1793, as was the Keep building housing a comcen in the 70's, and sergeants and officers mess. The barracks has the dubious history to be the location of the last 100 strokes lashing of a soldier in the army. In what was, when i was there, the bedding store.

Note:- I have a picture of my maternal grandfather in uniform, Taken in the barracks, the same place i served some 60 years later.
 
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