Things you know about a squaddie that you don't realise you know

Just like every cop uses his badge number as his PIN, whether it's three or four digits. Good drills not to use it as your personal vehicle licence plate in that case.
Badge number ? Warrant number dear boy. We did invent the police force in 1829. In fact the 1829 'Ways and Means Act' was still widely used in my time.
 
Reading his book “ Surely your joking , Mr. Feynmann” I noticed that when he was a lecturer in Brazil , he noted that his students did not have the capacity for free thought but learned by rote.

Living and working in Italy, Spain and Portugal. All three seem to have the same mentality. Now in Portugal and seeing many Portuguese not having the ability for free thought.
Presumably you're fast becoming a millionaire and your knob is red-raw?
 
I use the last 4 numbers of Pi.
Which reminds me, my local credit card has a six figure code and randomly I also have to put my ID card number in...

(My other half keeps her ID card and credit card in the same purse, so if stolen a thief just needs to find her PIN, which she has handily written on a post-it note inside her handbag...)
 

Awol

LE
I was taking a stroll in the country with Awol Junior a few years ago when when we encountered one of those big modern galvanised farm gates that had recently been installed to replace a lovely old wooden 5 bar jobby. I think the farmer had a fear of massed pikey incursion on his green and pleasant fields.

In keeping with the farmer's paranoia, was a big, heavy, very expensive brass combination padlock, weighing about a pound.
While Awol Junior was digging a stone out of his shoe, I half-heartedly fiddled with the lock and within ten seconds had it open..... on the default 0000. For a moment I admit it did cross my mind to just nick the lock, it being a very tasty thing, but my innate honesty kicked in and I left it there. However, I left it open, out of site of the road so no casual passers-by would see it open, but Mr Farmer would obviously notice the next time he visited. The next time I passed I noticed the farmer bloke had taken the hint and it was properly locked.

Afterwards, I felt all warm and virtuous for about a week.
 

Ozzy00

Clanker
I was taking a stroll in the country with Awol Junior a few years ago when when we encountered one of those big modern galvanised farm gates that had recently been installed to replace a lovely old wooden 5 bar jobby. I think the farmer had a fear of massed pikey incursion on his green and pleasant fields.

In keeping with the farmer's paranoia, was a big, heavy, very expensive brass combination padlock, weighing about a pound.
While Awol Junior was digging a stone out of his shoe, I half-heartedly fiddled with the lock and within ten seconds had it open..... on the default 0000. For a moment I admit it did cross my mind to just nick the lock, it being a very tasty thing, but my innate honesty kicked in and I left it there. However, I left it open, out of site of the road so no casual passers-by would see it open, but Mr Farmer would obviously notice the next time he visited. The next time I passed I noticed the farmer bloke had taken the hint and it was properly locked.

Afterwards, I felt all warm and virtuous for about a week.
Awww ya big softy
 
I was taking a stroll in the country with Awol Junior a few years ago when when we encountered one of those big modern galvanised farm gates that had recently been installed to replace a lovely old wooden 5 bar jobby. I think the farmer had a fear of massed pikey incursion on his green and pleasant fields.

In keeping with the farmer's paranoia, was a big, heavy, very expensive brass combination padlock, weighing about a pound.
While Awol Junior was digging a stone out of his shoe, I half-heartedly fiddled with the lock and within ten seconds had it open..... on the default 0000. For a moment I admit it did cross my mind to just nick the lock, it being a very tasty thing, but my innate honesty kicked in and I left it there. However, I left it open, out of site of the road so no casual passers-by would see it open, but Mr Farmer would obviously notice the next time he visited. The next time I passed I noticed the farmer bloke had taken the hint and it was properly locked.

Afterwards, I felt all warm and virtuous for about a week.
Should have had away with it.

Your tax money, the doley farmer sponger.
 

blimey69

Swinger
I won't mention John by name, but John gave some new guy some shit for having a 'niggier' number than him... we'd only been in the unit a couple of months, so obviously having a number 8 older this his I had to keep giving him shit for it.
For the uninitiated NiG. Means new intake group. Given lovingly to those straight off training into battalion, troop, detachment, etc. All the best, Mary Whitehouse, (not the porn star).
 
I digress, but while working on the Manhattan project in isolated Nevada, the physicist Richard Feynman helped ease the boredom by teaching himself to open combination lock safes. During this he discovered that an expensive safe that had been specially shipped in and was being used to keep top secret documents secure, was still on its default factory combination.
He also loved winding the security staff up by testing their security. One method that he would use was to sign in at the front gate, then walk around to the back of the camp, and out through an unfinished part of the fence, then walk back around to the camp gate and sign back in again. Did it five times in a row, and drove security bezerk trying to figure out how they were missing him signing out.

He also sat in on the Space Shuttle Challenger disaster meetings, and was one of the first people to push the theory of the O rings shrinking at low temperatures.

His book is well worth a read. All his Manhatten Project antics are just the first couple of chapters. Would have love to have met the guy. A fine example of a renaissance man
 
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I was taking a stroll in the country with Awol Junior a few years ago when when we encountered one of those big modern galvanised farm gates that had recently been installed to replace a lovely old wooden 5 bar jobby. I think the farmer had a fear of massed pikey incursion on his green and pleasant fields.

In keeping with the farmer's paranoia, was a big, heavy, very expensive brass combination padlock, weighing about a pound.
While Awol Junior was digging a stone out of his shoe, I half-heartedly fiddled with the lock and within ten seconds had it open..... on the default 0000. For a moment I admit it did cross my mind to just nick the lock, it being a very tasty thing, but my innate honesty kicked in and I left it there. However, I left it open, out of site of the road so no casual passers-by would see it open, but Mr Farmer would obviously notice the next time he visited. The next time I passed I noticed the farmer bloke had taken the hint and it was properly locked.

Afterwards, I felt all warm and virtuous for about a week.
You should helped him by changing the code. Then locking it properly for him. Can’t be too careful...
 
You're probably OK provided you don't enter your name and bank details as well.
They'll be easy enough to obtain eventually.

Incidentally if asked I can never remember my PIN, but I do use it every day as my fingers can recall the number pattern on a numeric keypad.
 
I don't envisage any problems at all with putting my passwords into a random website I’ve never heard of.
Especially if you use a piece of software that tells you the counrty that the server is located. In this particular case, you guessed it, Russia.
 

ches

LE
For fcukssake. You are kidding me right. How can people be so thick with only one head.
Heard better than that on many occasions while on the train commute. Idiots buying shit over the phone.....name, address, card nr, expiry, code off the back. In a normal tone of voice surrounded by civpop. I could have bought a shitload of stuff on other ppls cards over the last few years. Your average prole is a fcuking mong.
 

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