Thought I'd start a new thread for fellow arrser's to post their memories of Lisburn. What a phenominal first tour in the Corps. Friday afternoon in the Fly (Knocks Rd Car Park, Placcy Pub and the new build) Friday night in the 39 bar. Saturday in the Castle or Coachmans, back up the hill, shite, shower, shave and into the Bop. Sunday in the Fly again Monday - Bars all closed to re-stock Tuesday - up and down the strip Wednesday in the Bop Thursday - up and down the strip Friday ranges and back into the Fly....Start all over again. Does anyone remember that MGS guy who used to walk around the Sandhurst block trying to talk religion to the blokes as they were getting ready for a night of drinking and shagging? He never got the hint that we were not interested, even in the face of blatant stiff ignorings all round. I remember J****n W***s blanking him out right as he played on his Commodore Amiga (Remember them?)and the guy still persisted. And then there was the Trg Sgt from the Queens Own Highlanders (A*** F*****Y) Mad as feck and had a complete hatred of the Corps. His range days were an experience that will stay with me forever. I will be sure to post more memories as this thread develops but these will do for now.