We've all had sh1t bosses who would have been parked on their arse if it hadn't been for Military Law. Who would you say was the most chinless Commissioned twat, cnut of a senior bod, bully of a failed passed over NCO or just a nasty bastard of a Warrant Officer. I'll kick it off with my personal Commissioned best chum who would end up with a grid like a bulldog eating yoghurt if I ever caught up with him in Civvy strasse. He was the cliche of an old school Guards Officer which should set the scene. I was a Rifle Company Sigs Det' commander on a TEWT in Catterick and the first excercise was a Battlegroup vehicle move towards the FUP. The CEI clearly stated to anybody that could read that strict radio silence should be observed (not that anybody who didn't have an arse for a brain should need to be told that on a CEI). I had been badgered to f*ck close to kick off for start stats on the Admin' net from none other than Mr QM himself as we were the only Company who hadn't given them. All my pestering of the OC had resulted in him threatening to put me in front of himself as soon as we got back to camp. Needless to say kick off came and went with the QM looking at me across the room with a 'You and me are going to have words' look on his face and low and behold I was given said start stats and told to transmit them on the Admin' net to rear ech'. I informed the OC that I couldn't as we were now observing strict radio silence as per CEI. He was insistant to the point that all the cubicles round the map board in the room could hear him slowly confirming what the entire already Battn knew, that he was an out of his depth but rather well connected, over achieving prick.. Needless to say all the other dets were grinning like wanking Japs at my predicament which was slowly becoming more and more embarrasing in front of the other Battlegroup units. Under pressure of death by poshness with the words 'Me f*cking Major, you f*cking not, now send the f*cking message' I tried to send stats but as if by magic was met with silence on the net. I continued and eventually was bollocked over the net for not observing the CEI. Now with the whole room now muttering words to the effect of 'Radio silence, what a prick/twat/cnut' loud enough to be heard in Sydney the chinless, now majorly embarrased OC informed me that as soon as we were back in Camp I was going straight in front on the CO and he would personally see that I was in trap 1 before sunset for insubordination and refusing a direct order. Luckily he had a Battlegroup HQ sized audience including every Battn personality and his dog so luckily this never came to pass but from that day on I was off his Xmas card list until he kindly f*cked off to GCHQ. Anybody beat that for a complete twat of a boss?