Connie Fisher

#1
Who's the poor Sigs guy knocking of the Nun in the Sound of Music.

Does he have suit made out of a pair of curtains by chance!

The news of the world described him as a 'he-man'...how very dare you!
 
#2
Heard she was being banged by a squaddie, but didn't realise it was a member of the beloved corps - lucky sod. Will have to re-check todays paper!

That brings me onto another 'celebrity' bird. Is it true that some time in the dim and distant past that someone from either 16 or 28 Sigs was getting down and dirty with Claudia Schiffer before she made it big time? As she's a Dusseldorf lass it's feasible.
 
#3
Slightly off topic, but there was a movie going around (before her lawyers stopped it) of Claudia getting the good news from behind before proving that she can suck a golf ball through two metres of garden hose!

I think she was 17 or 18 when the vid was made. Even though not easily available, it is duly filed in the wnak memory bank :)
 
#6
Hey, I bet he likes the sound of her music.....

It took me all of two seconds to think of that one! I wonder how many more silly puns could be made from this one??..........
 
#7
She has got teeth like Boot Hill Cemetary.

I wonder if she's a yodel-ay-he-he-ing on his Alpine Horn? Or someone elses if the scuttlebutt is true.
 
#11
I thought this bit of Kipling might be appropriate to this thread.





A Code of Morals
Lest you should think this story true
I merely mention I
Evolved it lately. 'Tis a most
Unmitigated misstatement.

Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
His wife the working of the Code that sets the miles at naught.

And Love had made him very sage, as Nature made her fair;
So Cupid and Apollo linked , per heliograph, the pair.
At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise --
At e'en, the dying sunset bore her husband's homilies.

He warned her 'gainst seductive youths in scarlet clad and gold,
As much as 'gainst the blandishments paternal of the old;
But kept his gravest warnings for (hereby the ditty hangs)
That snowy-haired Lothario, Lieutenant-General Bangs.

'Twas General Bangs, with Aide and Staff, who tittupped on the way,
When they beheld a heliograph tempestuously at play.
They thought of Border risings, and of stations sacked and burnt --
So stopped to take the message down -- and this is whay they learnt --

"Dash dot dot, dot, dot dash, dot dash dot" twice. The General swore.
"Was ever General Officer addressed as 'dear' before?
"'My Love,' i' faith! 'My Duck,' Gadzooks! 'My darling popsy-wop!'
"Spirit of great Lord Wolseley, who is on that mountain top?"

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute, the gilded Staff were still,
As, dumb with pent-up mirth, they booked that message from the hill;
For clear as summer lightning-flare, the husband's warning ran: --
"Don't dance or ride with General Bangs -- a most immoral man."

[At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise --
But, howsoever Love be blind, the world at large hath eyes.]
With damnatory dot and dash he heliographed his wife
Some interesting details of the General's private life.

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute, the shining Staff were still,
And red and ever redder grew the General's shaven gill.
And this is what he said at last (his feelings matter not): --
"I think we've tapped a private line. Hi! Threes about there! Trot!"

All honour unto Bangs, for ne'er did Jones thereafter know
By word or act official who read off that helio.
But the tale is on the Frontier, and from Michni to Mooltan
They know the worthy General as "that most immoral man."
 
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