Don't forget those nights down flatties, if you could ever convince the bouncer you weren't a squaddie. Then the delights of the kebab shop, halcyon days indeed. If you do an internet search on "best kebab in kent" that shop gets numerous mentions. My eyes are welling up just thinking of more civilised days, no Z type accomodation, 2 strikes and civ div, etc, etc, etc...........
Ahhhhhh.....Ashford. For some odd reason, this is one subject that Eye_Spy and I have endlessly - all our conversations contain the phrase 'Do you remember so-and-so at Ashford'....mind you, CP is right - what a pit!
Does anyone know what they did with all the walls behind the mess?
Don't miss the place at all, but then I transferred as a senior and a darksider to boot, so the exposure was very limited. Transfer, a couple of courses, a few visits, that was it. Hated the Mess annexe, those bloody portakabins, quite the worst Mess bar in NATO and some very odd people around the place - plus a few real stars as well, of course.
Ashford town itself, now. Did my interrogation course and bezzered up with a big scary shaky, who decided that every day's training should finish off with at least six pints of Guinness and a kebab. I wasn't going to argue. Ashford mornings usually hurt. I'd pray not to get a harsh first thing.
Brings back the memories, I thought Ashford was great. Had an almost customary all dayer nearly every Saturday in the Man of Kent whilst in trade training, followed by the bab and walk back to camp. Flatties was good, as far as I can remember had about a 50/50 success rate of getting in the place.
The Swan was always the in pub in my time there. Does anyone remember that bizarre bloke who used to walk round town dressed as Zoro? What was that all about.
I remember SSgt M*** P*****d walking us round the FAWG site wilst doing Sy on my A2. He used to get quite excited about it, that and the VCP at the main gate.
Of course Ashford was a dump but it was still home. I think the best time I had there was on my A1. Blagging it in the residents bar of the Ashford International at 3 in the morning. How the hell did we get away with that. We also had a little competition to try a nd nick some sort of memoribilia from town everytime we went on the lash. I remember getting caught trying to walk out of the Irish bar with a big framed painting under my arm! Barman wasn't too impressed for some reason. Getting banned from the Naafi still remains one of my greatest achievements.
Just looked at the photos, don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Do you remember the 'wall of shame' they had in there, which had a photograph of just about everybody who had passed through Repton Manor, p1ssed out of their brains? The landlord changed in about 1990 and it disappeared, which is a shame as it represented a significant archive: it should have been donated to the Corps museum.
Ahhhh....the Manor! Scene of my greatest ever triumph, and not a matter for this board!
I love this pic - I was caught by the RP Cpl (first name M***** - a good friend of D****** B*********), just in front of the window, snogging my 'pash' of the time...great days!
Edited to add: I went back in January with Mrs D_D on a routine run through the tunnel; my over-riding impression was how small the place looked. The guardroom always seemed huge back then - I can't believe it hasn't been shrunk by some mysterious TSW death ray!
The gym looks smaller than I remember-The back wall of the guardroom had hundreds of names and squad numbers carved into it too. That saud, the accom was sh1te and the cookhouse food was diableedinbollokal