Had a planning meeting at work today which involved a couple of planks from the Royal Navy, a WO and a CPO. They turned up in waterproofs with pace sticks and proceeded to strut around like they fecking owned the place. The WO was tall and fat and his jnr oppo had small man syndrome. Both thought they were God (not realising there was in fact a Sapper already there) and the Fatman's answer to anything that didn't go his way was 'well I'll take it up with the Commadore' with little oppo nodding and saying 'yeah, yeah'. Matelots with Pace sticks! FFS, thats like Gok Wan wearing rigger boots! It reaffirmed my opinion that the Navy should not leave camp when on dry land!