I was on the beer last night with an ex REME mate and we got to talking about the above subject. We were in full agreement that the sh-itters in the NAAFI at Westdown were the single greatest graffiti repository known to man. Whenever we went through there, I used to set aside special time to drop my guts in all three traps. I have such fond memories of literally crying with laughter at some of the abuse, jokes and gratuitous regimental insults that were put up there. There were dozens of rudimentary felt-tip drawings of sex acts underscored by comments about the artists abilities. I wish i'd taken pictures. I remember that the whole of the back of the door and the mdf on both sides of the bowl were thick with scrawlings. Some of the ones that stick in my mind made so sense at all. "If your knickers smell of wazz, change from Ariel to new formula Daz" signed Pete 42 CDO. "CLASH, GASH, HASH, CASH. KEITH AND SARAH" I still ponder what the fcuk that one meant. Some of the jokes used to make me fcuking howl. Apologies to the regiment in question, but I remember it well. "Why don't the Glosters get NAAFI Breaks?" "Cos it takes to long to re-train them" All genius stuff, completely free and guaranteed to make you roar as your legs went numb. I used to love the ones that went on for ages. Predating the internet, they would be like primitive threads, where someone would have started with an inflammatory comment in 1975 claiming that "The Royal Anglians are b-astards" Riposte and counter riposte could continue for years before the bog floor was reached. Does anyone else have fond memories of the chuckles to be had gawking at these masterstrokes? PS. I've just remembered another from that poet laureate who shall forever be known as "Big Nige from 9 Sqn" "There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she could pull her p_issflaps over her head.