See, I said he had one of them faces you don't forget, like the dinner lady at school that used to ask you 'peas or beans love? and because of her menacing proportions and she's within arms reach, you just answer 'whatever's easiest for you Misses.
Maybe it's the food > image link in your brain, you never forget the face that feeds you heh heh
and the old boy used to ask if you want knackwurst or (?), was it bratty? maybe you remember. Wonder where he used to get them though. I've just recently returned to somewhere hot & steamy but during the UK trip we used to get something resembling the Bordon bratty man's wares at either Lidl or Audi, I think it was.
One of these days I'm gonna get a machine and have a go at making some meself. Plenty of herbs and horses out here -anyone remember Cowboy coming out with 'and now from a bratwurst stand somewhere in Westfalia - Red Rum! This is your life!'
I remember Bordon always seemed like it was run by ex-REME blokes heh
The next village was a place called Sheet.
Know why? It's cos if you drive through it too quick you say 'sheet, I missed it' -I can't write that without attributing it to the originator; Mr Gunn (a fellow gun plumber).
We had a jock lad in our room, lecky type, we didn't know he was epileptic. One night (must have been the exitement of the end of the week) he threw one and we all thought he was fcuking about at first till he started frothing.
Some cnut suggested getting a spoon in his mouth cos he'd seen it on Ward 10 so he did, what a laugh afterwards when we realised what Titch the PTI tawt was doing with the scrubbing brushes and string; he said he was trying to tie them on jocks' extremities and said he planned to throw him on the washrooms floor with some deepio and let him go.
Never a dull moment eh.
