This unit should be binned henceforth & forthwith. The whole kommando has been continually humiliated by a kilt-loving brandisher of top-lip topiary and dubious bling. I propose that "Shortty" is more a source of amusement than outrage, and that his thick-skinned continual waltery is something that should be grudgingly admired by us. Walts are fun, and some of them turn it into an art form. In the RN there is a shit duty called DHP. Duty dining hall party. Plate washing. Of course, when the ship goes alongside in a non-base port the bars of the town are flooded with "duty helicopter pilots". I was one once in Dover, in about 1994. I even stretched the dit out to some bird in Dover that I was in fact an exocet pilot - spun her the dit about sitting astride said missile and steering it until 200 yds from target then parachuting off. The response: "Oh your well brave!". I was actually as I was on that ship at the time. Another dit - visit to London in '96, docked at Canary wharf. A bomb had gone off somewhere and the flightdeck sentries (QM & BM) had been given a police radio. Police radio was taken off us about 2 hours after for some strange reason...Anyway..a steward onboard trapped a policewoman in the city that night and told her he was a helicopter pilot. He shagged her etc and kept in touch. He even borrowed flyig ovies to have pictures taken- and it's no big deal for anyone to go into the hangar and sit in the Lynx etc. Last I knew he was engaged to her a year or so later but I then left the ship, and as he was a steward, I had no need or desire to enquire upon his wellbeing. Hats off to him though! Walts are fun!