The Real NAAFI

Auld-Yin

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#2
Indescribable!
 
#3
If you have ever been to a NAAFI bar, you wouldn't to have to ask.
 
#4
(time frame all late 80's/early 90's)
QEMH - fairly calm during the week, turned into a wannabe Hacienda at the weekends and certainly lived up to the 5-to-1 tag. Hi-jinks and merriment ended up on page 5 of the Sun...
Gaza Bks - never ventured in there after dark, was bad enough during naafi breaks!
Harden Bks (DKMH) - just like the being down the neighbourhood pub, bit boring really! The DJ for the bops was a big fan of House music and S'Express in particular.
BMH Rinteln - bit of a 50's nightclub feel, probably helped by Danny from A&SH propped up by the bar crooning Dean Martin songs.
Claro Bks - only went in there the once (by that point was a "wife of"), the sight of sappers standing on the pool tables lighting each others farts once was enough.
 
#5
Some skinny burd sat in the corner, just watching for the fight.
(looks at Grey)

Let's go.
 
#6
My money's on the short stumpy guy glaring at the bottom of his pint glass. The bloke laughing behind him is going bump into him and bang, it's on.

Can we stay til the first glass is thrown?
 
#7
Snail, I thought It might have been picking up gruff wimmen who only know scissors and turning them on to drinking g & t and the Daily Torygraph crossie at brekkie-time....... only way to start...etc.
 
#9
Generalising but; always has that sweet/sour/stale odour caused by generations of spilt beer, body odour, bleach and cheap air freshener. Very dark so that you don't notice the poor state of repair, torn carpets, cheap battered furniture, cigarette burns etc. Most of the ones that I have been in wouldn't have looked out of place in bladerunner.

Generally when open has a vague air of desperation and undefined menace. Anyone with half a life is down town drinking decent beer and meeting women who retain some vestige of humanity. This is the refuge of the serious drinker, the short on readies or been banned from everywhere civilised down town.
 
#10
Precedence was set for all NAAFI bars by the Roundabout club in Aldershot. If god wanted to give the world an enema that's where he'd stick the tube, what a wonderful place!!!!!!!
 
#11
Naafi's in crap transit camps pre-tour. Always a tinder-box of inter-Corps/Regimental rivalry that has a very sinister and predictable outcome.

Everyone's been on one and I'm sure it makes for a better tour if you've beaten the shite out of each other before deployment.
 
#12
So you missed the bus??
Yes, sadly was wedded by then so was only allowed in the Naafi bar when as duty clerk I had to stay on camp overnight. Hubby kept me on a very short leash for reasons we won't go into...
 
#13
Yes, sadly was wedded by then so was only allowed in the Naafi bar when as duty clerk I had to stay on camp overnight. Hubby kept me on a very short leash for reasons we won't go into...

SO tell us more about this leash and any other impliments that were used, and piccies as usual *cough* purely for research purposes of course
 
#14
SO tell us more about this leash and any other impliments that were used, and piccies as usual *cough* purely for research purposes of course
Funnily enough, we started seeing each other after a drunken night in the Naafi bar at Worthy Down tieing me up with electric flex!


Clearly, some Naafi bars are much more fun than others... :winkrazz:
 
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#16
I feel like I've missed out. None of the NAFFIs I've ever used have been anything other than dull boring rip offs. The one at my present place is also the pads bar so is full of fat pads wives and there little shitty kids most of the time.
 
#17
Precedence was set for all NAAFI bars by the Roundabout club in Aldershot. If god wanted to give the world an enema that's where he'd stick the tube, what a wonderful place!!!!!!!
Now the Roundabout Club wasn't the arsehole of the world...but you could see it from there!

The NAAFI at Shorncliffe - not the bleeders one but the St Martin's Plain camp one - i.e. in a hut. I watched a huge WRAC watch a tiny wee PARA full screw slowly drink himself into a coma then pounce, uttering the words "I want YOU". She literally chucked him over her shoulder and waddled off with him, to do God knows what frightfulness to him. May the Lord have mercy on his soul...I think they found the bits she had left on the footie pitch the next morning.
 
#18
Theres a theme there Cuddles

A fine specimen who went by the moniker of "wookie" managed to grab a semi concious sod with the expression of "You'll Do" .

Ashford 1989
 

B_AND_T

MIA
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#19
Club 47 on PRB Gutersloh.

Jesus holy christ. Full of lezzers who resemble weebles. Skint singlies trying to scrounge pints and trying to cop off with aforementioned lezzers and getting the shit kicked out of them by lezzers girlfriends.

Being duty SNCO at kicking ouit time was fun.
 

old_fat_and_hairy

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#20
Philistines! The Naafi at any of our camps was a place for philosophical thoughts, literary readings, poetry groups and self-improvement groups. The finest Earl Grey was served, and scones were available. Somtimes, when we were feeling a tad raffish, we may have coffee and a sausage in a bun. But in general terms, they were a place of quiet, solitude and amiable companionship. But then, we were Greenjackets!
 

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