Was an intake in 1977.Arrived at Folkestone station to be met by a little shit,with a giant chip on his shoulder,squealing out orders. I spent the next year doing plenty of square bashing,and exercises,including the bromide in the tea with sticky bun. Remember the above little shit being our platoon Seargent,and he came into our barracks on the first day,and started asking what our names were,the first lad said his name was John,not realising he wanted to know his surname.The seargents reply was "Ahhh" thats nice mines Steve,now whats your F***ing surname.? l can remember going to Sennybridge Wales for a weeks jaunt,only l went down with the measles along with another 25 others. Only wish l still had the photos from the passing out parade.