Out on the piss the other night at a retirement do, an old story came up about us going to help out one of the blokes parents at their home/farm in Zimbabwe. we were all in the pub after work and had been there a while and had reached the point where ambition had been confused with ability and we decided that if we all took annual leave for a month we could help the white famers out in a small way, bearing in mind most of us weren't exactly the cream of the British armed forces in the first place (some of the blokes were even ex R.A.F. ) we had planned it all out and were going to do a great job all round and then come back to the u.k with a few war stories. the point is what adventures have you and your mates / old soldiers dreamed up while on the piss which seemed like a good idea at the time, even to the point of choosing the gun group, (showing my age there) and section cmdrs. wild geese................ silly old sods.