Talking about shagging Irish tarts.I remember when I was visiting RVH in Belfast, in Â´76. I got a slight case of NSU, (I was 18 and it was proof positive that I got laid by the way! She was from London and I was on pre Ireland leave)
Anyway, I was sitting there looking at the wall and hoping not to be recognised when, in marched an entire sangar load of grunts, dunno which mob I think Fusiliers, from buck-fcuk private to 2nd Lewy!
They had a Sangar-banger in their little home from home for a few hours and she had banged the lot of them. She also knew she had the clap!
What I picked up from the conversation was that she had been sent in by the local bad-boys. At least thats what I could pick out of the whispered talk! Fiendish chaps the IRA!
The 2nd Lewy look positively mortified. Any more stories like that??
There was a lady in a house near one of the towers at Forkhill who used to put a sign in the window 'The show starts in 5 minutes' and then do a strip with half the unit hanging out of the tower! Meanwhile the IRA were probably moving an entire convoy of weapons along the road outside the base.... surely a breach of the Geneva Convention on the Rules of Law or something?