Discussion in 'The NAAFI Bar' started by greengoblin, Feb 10, 2007.
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(God I'm sad being in on a Sat night!!)
6 weeks of extras for a crime I didn't commit.
My dad once made me sit through an entitre Man Utd match wearing one of his Man U shirts, just for writing Leeds til I die on my bedroom wall ! - I was only 9 or 10 !
I also got 28 days nick for going to a certain Night Club in NI
I was executed by firing squad for riding a BMX without lights - during the day.
Did you promptly escape from a maximum security stockade to the Los Angeles underground?
Did I fuck. I just drank alcohol-free beer for 6 weeks. I lost my beer gut though which was a pleasant suprise.
2 weeks nick for under age drinking, I wasn't even drunk, the cnuts.
Once got 5 extras from the BSM for wearing a brass cap badge, he confiscated the badge and then I only saw the cnut wearing it himself subsequently I got 7 day ROPs for calling him a cnut or words to that effect!!
Ubique - qui separabit!!
Got a Severe dig as a full screw for disobeying Part 1 orders,in that I drove my car without Tax,lost 3 years seniority,No LSGC for me 13 years later.The cnuts had me posted to Berlin as well. BITTER, Oh yes.
What would someone get for that offence, in theese enlightened times.?
I used my ID Card in a bank to prove who I was; was not handed it back by cashier. Noticed this as I stepped outside at which point they closed the door behind me (closing time).
I rang the bank and they arranged to have it sent to me recorded delivery (I was in London for the day).
On return to barracks I was grassed up (before I could report its loss) by gate guard for not having my ID. Charged by my Sgt Major and went straight on OC's. Charged Â£120 and was then handed back my ID card by Sgt Major (who I had arranged for it to be sent to) as I walked out of orders.
Â£120 fine for having my ID card sent to me (was only without it for 16 hours).
Never been caught.
Were you a full screw at your 2 year point then?
I was dropped like a hot turd from a high-stepping camel by my Corporal in Juniors. When it came to skirmishing I didn't quite "get it" and consequently didn't quite "do it" when required.
He snotted me so fcuking hard i fell like a sack of sh1t.
Quite funny to see him 3 years later being invited to join civvy street for doing something similar to a higher rank.
He'd got his hair cut for the occasion too, taken out those annoying laces and was walking at ever such a quick pace to a B & B in Colchester where he stayed until he found his feet.
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