Apologies if done before... RAF Kinloss 1985,I was a new sprog posted to the Bomb Dump straight from training,among the reprobated working there was a wee porridge wog Corporal,Liam S. Liam had a reputation of liking his beer followed by a good scrap.One Saturday night we were in the NAAFI Capercalie Club bop,eyeing up the local bints & pad brats,wives & slappers looking for cheap booze & a shag. So Liam's standing propping up the bar a bit worse for wear stareing daggers at his missis bopping away to Wham or fuck knows what & he spots us come in to the bar. "What ya dri'kin guys?" Liam askes & soon get's the drinks in,plus more to add to his supply of beer & whisky in front of him.After a couple hours,Ryan,who did'nt really drink much bought a shandy,Liam seeing this became enraged."What are ya? A fooking poof or a fooking Armourer?!....Here,Ya wanna drink pish,I'll giya pish!" so in front of everyone in the bar,Liam snatches Ryan's glass & empties the contents over the counter,whips his dick out & pours a steaming pint of pish into it straight from the tap & slams the steaming pint of pish onto the counter. Now some of the other,older members of the group are,by now,in fits of laughter.Us,straight from trade training are "wtf!?" Liam thrusts the pint at Ryan,who fair play to him,takes the pint mug & a gulp of Liam's home brew,promptly turns & runs into the bog to throw up. Liam,seeing his home brew hardly touched,proceeds to drain the steaming contents in one yam-sing,upending the pint pot on his head! "AAhh....feckin luvly!" Now by that time the NAAFI staff had called the Snowdrops who were pulling up outside the NAAFI,seeing the blues flashing,we tried to steer Liam out the back way & back home to sleep it off.His missis was,by then in hysterics screaming & yelling at him for 'ruining her night out'. Legging it across pitch black playing fields towards pad town towing a fiesty pished up jock who wants more beer is'nt much fun! Especially as on Monday,we had a visit from OC Arm who gve us Dumpies the first degree! A few weeks later,again in the NAAFI,Liam's missis got punched in the gob by him & she smashed a glass in his face he was sent off to Wroughton? to dry out. So,do fellow ARRSE'rs have tales of bar room antics you would'nt in in civvie dives?