And another thing... what a total disappointment the RAF field kitchen turned out to be...even the transit cookhouse, as horrendous as it was, shone like a beacon of culinary delights compared to the new one. It is only to fend off starvation that I went round twice, for the slop jockey to question "More?" as if he genuinely believed five bits of ravioli would keep me going until the evening. Oh but you can have as many chips as you want, as long as you don't mind that as they're sitting on the hotplate they're being dripped on by water coming off the roof off the tent. Or maybe he was just surprised that I wanted to punish myself with a second meal so soon? So before we all starve to death...what else is boiling your piss about Joint Venture??