Pull up a bollard - Memoirs of a Matelot.

That dit about the drunken matelots in the AWOC rings distant bells. Honington springs to mind. Similar tannoy-themed hilarity ensued when someone billeted the RIAT engineers in similar accommodation at Fairford. 'Oooh... the station tannoy! I wonder what this button does?'
 

Beachdaze2

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Mmm.... doesnt ring a bell but it was a long time ago. He had me out and about doing stuff for him most of the day so I didn't get to spend too much time in her company.

However, the up side to that was I'd taken on the unofficial role of the 'Kings Hand' once people realised who I worked for so nothing was too much trouble. I never had the feeling he was feared in any way; it was more a genuine respect for such a long-serving old school Naval Officer. Someone told me he was the last serving proper Gunnery Officer but I've no idea if that was true or not.

On day 2, I wisely upped my game and appeared on deck wearing highly polished shoes instead of the clean(ish) steaming bats I'd had on the day before but true to form, he still picked me up ..... "LRO Beachdaze, nice shoes but let down by your grey socks".... all very calm and civil about it. Needless to say, I went and changed them.

I really did like him.

(Edited for fcukwit syntax)
 
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That dit about the drunken matelots in the AWOC rings distant bells. Honington springs to mind. Similar tannoy-themed hilarity ensued when someone billeted the RIAT engineers in similar accommodation at Fairford. 'Oooh... the station tannoy! I wonder what this button does?'
as told before the RAF Admin staff that ran the guardroom room at my first camp were so dense they never took the phone off the hook before starting a message, not even after the 8th or 9th time we'd got them.
 
as told before the RAF Admin staff that ran the guardroom room at my first camp were so dense they never took the phone off the hook before starting a message, not even after the 8th or 9th time we'd got them.

“Standby for broadcast, Standby for broad…oh FFS! Click.” :)

We used to steal other peoples’ internal mail envelopes and send photocopied porn to the female RAFP Cpls. Well actually, our troop staffy used to do that :)
 
I used to work in a ComCen in a watchkeeping role. I wasn't a radio bod, I was a maintainer, and one of the tasks was making up the crypto cards during the day watches, then changing the crypto at the correct time. Remember synching in the BID 150s children? Anyway, apart from ogling the Wrens, things were generally quite boring.

On my desk I had two phones. In those days we had an Empire (of sorts). It was possible, using the printed MOD telephone directory, to call lots and lots of MOD sites all over the world in a giant sequential number, using each sites code, ending up with the number of the other extension on the desk.

This was on a dial phone, so would take some time to input the numbers, then you'd sit back and listen to all the clicks and clunks on the line before the other phone finally rang.

And obviously any crypto failures were never down to me, even if I'd possibly dozed off for a moment behind the jack panel. Oh no Sir, not me Sir. Back to back just fine here.......:rolleyes:
 

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