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MattG15679
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The daftest thing I ever did was to knick a MOD plod tilley van complete with 2 gurt big alsation dogs in the back.
Owing to being "under the weather" I parked it outside my married quarter 98 Furze Park, St Budeaux, Guz. And went to bed.
A few hours later there was this pounding at the door and yours truly spent Saturday and Sunday in cells at Albert Gate cop shop.
To this day I don't know why I did it. But the Sgt major of Hq sqn CDOLOG got me off! He was a great bloke (remember Cpl Evans and his little misdemeaner Taff?). He said I was suffering from stress and the charges were dropped. I really thought I was for the big deep. Taff must have spun a goodun thats all I can say. Later I found out that he was in stiches when he got the phonecall from the MOD plods monday morning.
Maybe the MOD plod in charge was an ex Bootneck, I just don't know. But ifen Taff is on this forum gis us a PM and I'll send you a big present.
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Owing to being "under the weather" I parked it outside my married quarter 98 Furze Park, St Budeaux, Guz. And went to bed.
A few hours later there was this pounding at the door and yours truly spent Saturday and Sunday in cells at Albert Gate cop shop.
To this day I don't know why I did it. But the Sgt major of Hq sqn CDOLOG got me off! He was a great bloke (remember Cpl Evans and his little misdemeaner Taff?). He said I was suffering from stress and the charges were dropped. I really thought I was for the big deep. Taff must have spun a goodun thats all I can say. Later I found out that he was in stiches when he got the phonecall from the MOD plods monday morning.
Maybe the MOD plod in charge was an ex Bootneck, I just don't know. But ifen Taff is on this forum gis us a PM and I'll send you a big present.
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John/Sandy Ruane
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Royal at play
Watching the boys go ashore at 45 one night. Saw the usual array of Roman Soldiers, large hairy wrens (not real ones, obviously!) 
and a bumble bee going out of the gate.
Much, much later that night, the bumble bee returned to camp via a police car. Out he fell, big black eye, one wing hanging off and one antenna bent over. He'd been brought back to camp for "stinging" someone !
Never seen such a funny sight in all my life as he staggered off to his pit !
Love Sandy
and a bumble bee going out of the gate.Much, much later that night, the bumble bee returned to camp via a police car. Out he fell, big black eye, one wing hanging off and one antenna bent over. He'd been brought back to camp for "stinging" someone !
Never seen such a funny sight in all my life as he staggered off to his pit !
Love Sandy
Toga run, alphabet night, arab nights!
Yes it's true Royal will at every opportunity either get naked or don mess tin and flip flops!
Arab night didn't go down to well last time though I thinkit was ll the brown cam cream that ended up covering anyone who brushed past us!
By the way, Doc you're not Jonesy Doc are you? Married a Naafi Gronk?
Arab night didn't go down to well last time though I thinkit was ll the brown cam cream that ended up covering anyone who brushed past us!
By the way, Doc you're not Jonesy Doc are you? Married a Naafi Gronk?
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Paul Dawson
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What about
a. 42 Cdo back from NI and holding up the traffic in Union Street as the "cowboys" in the middle of the Octogon roundabout, being attacked by the circling "indians", complete with arrows with sucker cups. The police realised they needed to let off steam, so obligingly held up the traffic for a while.
b. Standing in a pub only to be surrounded by "hunting dogs" in white vests and longjohns with black maskers for spots. Huntsmaster resplendant in "hunting pink" with borrowed bugle. Knocking back a few quick beers, trying to trap, and then with a blast of the horn, on to the next pub in search for the foxes.
c. Standing in a busy pub and hearing "Hiiiii Hooooo" and seven bootnecks on their knees entering the pub signing.
I miss those days.
a. 42 Cdo back from NI and holding up the traffic in Union Street as the "cowboys" in the middle of the Octogon roundabout, being attacked by the circling "indians", complete with arrows with sucker cups. The police realised they needed to let off steam, so obligingly held up the traffic for a while.
b. Standing in a pub only to be surrounded by "hunting dogs" in white vests and longjohns with black maskers for spots. Huntsmaster resplendant in "hunting pink" with borrowed bugle. Knocking back a few quick beers, trying to trap, and then with a blast of the horn, on to the next pub in search for the foxes.
c. Standing in a busy pub and hearing "Hiiiii Hooooo" and seven bootnecks on their knees entering the pub signing.
I miss those days.
It's hard to soar with the eagles, when you now work with turkeys.
The seven dwarfs got us a fair few free drinks in Newcastle on a run ashore from Otterburn, but that sinking feeling having ordered a pint and seven halfs and giving vent to a loud HiHO, when you fear that the `dwarfs' are already propping up another bar saying " Just about now the silly bu**er will be shouting HIHO and feeling very self conscious", or words to that effect. But the joy when they burst through the door on their knees with a chorus of Hi Ho Hi Ho etc and are well received by the bar patrons. Good times , great guys.
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