Is that the same as the MLAT? Me and my mate 'entertained' an MLAT girl at Ashford. She never joined the Muppets, nor my own beloved Corps.
What will happen - you will be plied with drink
What to take - it all, baby, right to the sack.
What should I know before - we will not call you despite assurances
What should I ask - can I do it again Steamy (and John)?
How do I do well - swallow.
Note: despite recent changes to the Army's attitude, the above advice assumes you are a girl.
I used to interview the prospective soldiers in Trg Wg, and 'host' the prospective officers in the mess at Ashford (so a good few fecking years ago). Basically, try to behave like a decent human being and don't p1ss anyone off: amazing how many 'potentials' couldn't keep their stupid, gobby opinions to themselves. I certainly didn't have the final say over potential officers, but on a close call, my opinion had as much sway as anyone else's and if you fecked me off by pointing out to the attractive women that I was balding or a few nano-ounces overweight, then you were history.
But sweeping that aside, if you snake your way into a regiment or Corps which doesn't suit you, you won't enjoy it; so best to be yourself and then both sides can get to know each other and decide, mutually, whether to continue the relationship.
Invest in the boxed set of "Harry Palmer" films, ie: "The Ipcress File" - "Billion Dollar Brain" etc. Watch each one a dozen times, and commit the dialogue to memory. If you can emulate Harry, you will undoubtedly make an uber spy!
a. No idea. Play it by ear.
b. What they say to take. Money as well, the bar will almost certainly figure at some point.
c. A good grounding in current affairs is useful.
d. Any damn fool question you want, as long as it's
ii. Not a "duty question" - i.e. you want to know the answer rather than
be seen to be posing the question.
e. Be yourself. They know what they're looking for and it's no shame if you're not it. The Int Corps is not everyone's natural environment by any means.
believe it or not, this happened when i was on a course in ashford in 93.
two MLATs came to stay and took up accommodation at the other end of the big transit room on the ground floor of block 6, bottom floor.
after putting up with them for about an hour, talking all manner of sh!t down the other end of the room, i decided to escape to the NAAFI for a couple. as i walked out they asked if they could come. fine.
then they asked, with all seriousness (im laughing still at the memory) "should we put a hair in the door hinge, so when we come back we can tell if someone has been in and searched our room?"
i said, if you like.
i left them in the naafi, went to bed... and about midnight was woken by one of them kicking the door open and (i sh!t you not) doing a diving forward roll into the room, coming up with his two hands together in a Charlies Angels 'pistol' pointing at me, shouting "MI5, FREEZE!!!!!!!"
they then proceeded to talk complete b0ll0cks until, exasperated, i told them i was not really on a course. i was in fact put in that room to evaluate them as potential recruits to the corps... and i would be reporting their stupidity to the cheesy one in the morning if they made one more sound before 7am.
needless to say they believed it, and i had a good nights sleep... cant help wondering now if they got in! i would love to say they didnt, but with some of the walts weve let slip through over the years, it really wouldnt surprise me lol.