Is it the same as when i was in? I would say nearly all our free time was spent boozing. A typical weekend would be a whip-round friday morning and two lads would do one to Aldi (i think) with a schit load of 2DM and purchase alcohol. We would then all take part in regimental PT for an hour or so, finishing around mid-day. We'd then go up to the sqn mess area and start drinking. This would go on for most of the afternoon into possibly early evening depending on how much beer we started off with and how soon the married lads fooked off. Us singlies would carry on, breaking some of the time up getting some scran or having a shower and getting changed ready for the NAAFI to open which i think was about 7pm. We would stay there til about 10pm then mooch into town, now the thing about germany for those of you who havent been is that if you timed things right you could simply drink all weekend without stopping, good timing was essential though as not all the bars stayed open all night. You'll have to forgive me now as i cant remember all the names of bars we use to go in, we use to start in popcorn bar, nowt special but there would be the occasional bit of skirt to oggle over, then round to Frau Mullers place for a few more. We then make our way down to the night club near the bahnoff and show the locals all the new moves you nicked off the Happy Mondays and Bez inparticular. Now this is where things got difficult because the club finished around 4am and nothing else was open until 5am, so we'd stagger from there to snoopys, where the fella would do you a breakfast with beer obviously, you could even sneak a 15 minutes kip if you dared, this is fraught with danger and many a time have i seen people shaved or worse, super glued to the bar, which if im honest was funny as fook but not for the startled sleeper who then had to then rip his head off the bar. I must admit that i learnt my lesson the hard way from times in the Scorpion (scabs) club in Catterick, where i made the mistake of falling alseep, when i eventually "came to" i was getting stared at by everybody in the club, i didnt have a clue why they where looking at me but it made me feel uncomfortable and so i got a taxi back. When i got to the guardroom the lad stagging on said. "What the fook has happened to you?" "What?" i said. "You dont know?" "Know what?" "Look in a mirror mate" he said. So i fooked off back to the block looking myself up and down as i went but i could see fookall wrong, i even felt for my eyebrows which where still intacked. I was very confused but could start to feel the dread well up inside, all these people couldnt be wrong or just nosey. I walked into the block and went straight to the washroom, what i saw when i got in made step back in absolute shock. I counted 28 yes 28 lovebites around my neck, now if im right, there was £50 fine for a lovebite if seen but i had £1400 worth. What the fook, who the fook, when the fook, these questions whizzed through my head. Then as i was getting changed i found a phone number in my pocket, i went to bed but was unable to sleep cos basically i was schitting myself, i waited til the canteen opened up and went for somert to eat hoping to catch the eye of a girl who i knew and would be able to apply make up to stop me looking like and extra from the thriller video. A few girls actually tried to help but they just made it worse and when they finished i looked as though i was actually bleeding profusely from a huge neckwound. I tried the old toothpaste but that was a fookin con. I then left the canteen and went to the phones to find out whos number i had found. Ring ring "hello" "Hello, err who are you?" "Is that vera?" the mystery girl replied. "Errr yeah, whos that?" "Its <incert name>" "Do i know you?" "Dont you remeber lastnight in scorpions, its me that gave you the dog collar" "Dog collar?! What do you mean dog collar? I look as though someones tried very hard to hang me, im gona die for this you understand" or words to that effect. I was getting more and more frantic about what i was gona do as we had ssm inspection the next morning. Then i remembered we where due out on exercise the next morning and so therefore didnt have to wear the normal lightweights shirt and jumper but my combats, then as a stroke of luck, one of the lads suggested i wear a cam scarf to hide it, all the lads going on exercise agreed to also wear the same so that i didnt stand out. When it came to the inspection the sarnt major came upto me before reaching the rest of the lads going on exercise and asked "Why the fook are you wearing a scarf on my parade?" "We go on exercise in 30 minutes sir" "I dont give a flying fook where your going, get that fookin thing off" I could feel the life drain from me, but thought i only have one chance left, so i fell myself out whilst the ssm continued his inspection and went into the block and waited and waited as long as i could. Then i heard it, our Cpl said to the sarnt major, "Sir, these lads need to get away, they need to be at the training wing in 5 minutes" "Ok cpl, fall em out" and that was it, the relief was indescribable, i really could have cried or wahnked or both, even the lads who came back into the room where relieved for me. So the moral to that story is never NEVER fall asleep when out on the razz with squaddies. Nayway back to the boozing in Germany, you could then carry on all day, in virtually the same routine as on Friday and on into Sunday, where you would crawl back to your scratcher and kip the effects off. Good times, well in my opinion anyway although the downside of this is that im a chronic alcoholic now.......only kidding!?