I remember, I remember....an OTC camp at Garelochhead. Mounting guard, we were inspected by the ROO - a cornetto in the QRIH. Mr A. was very proud of his International Rescue styley forage cap and wore it on nearly every occasion he could think of. The guard was mainly made up of gunners and was a pretty smart guard, as it goes. Indeed three of those on that guard went on to command regiments or SO1 staff jobs. The guard commander was distinguished too but sadly not for the right reasons, God bless her and the poor BSM who ended up as RQMS BFFI on a double tour. Mr A. turned to march back to the mess, at which point the sound of the Thunderbirds theme began to emenate from our lips. He stopped and swivelled. Silence. He turned to walk to the mess, Thunderbirds! Stopped, silence. Walked, Thunderbirds again! Oh it was priceless. He gave up and almost fled back to the mess where he no doubt drowned his sorrows and soaked his wounded dignity. Sorry Vince but you made such a lovely target.