Following on from the first shock when joining up, give us your horror stories of when you got to your first working unit or up to Battalion. I myself had a very easy time as I got posted straight from training to Trials Troop at the School of Signals. This was almost unheard of as the unit consisted of either experienced Corps members or the majority who were laminated sick chit holders of the highest order. So as a sprog I was quite a new entity, hardly any singlies in the troop, so went down town got drunk. No dance of the flaming arsehole, no top shelf that was it really. I wasn't preyed on in the block by perverts unlike a chap I knew from the Black Watch. When he went for a shower, he turned round to see one of the much older singlies sitting naked on an orange polly prop chair peeling an orange whilst watching him shower, when he went to get out the bloke said to him in a low growl "continue showering" So any interesting stories or rituals involving chickens, dice and black magic?