Guins and why I love them
Posted: Sun 04 Sep, 2005 7:57 am
Sooooooo they have managed to play the foulest possible mind-game they possibly can on this Gunner!
As some of you are aware I am due out of the RAF Regt in Feb next year. In order to sign on (which I want to do) I must be promoted. In July my last gasp chance arrived and off I toddled to be thrashed around Otterburn for a few weeks only to be injured off 6 days from the end. The injury is a bit on the cheeky side and has no chance of being healed and strong enough for the the next course in Oct. Therefore there is a question about am I out or going to be retained until injury is sorted enough for another bash at the course. Consequently I am flapping like a budgie!!
To explain the RAF promotion system there are two parts; the Trade course and the Management Course (IMLC). Guins complete the IMLC (3 week huggy, fluffy, shark-infested custard build a tripod course) first then their trade course (advanced scribblying, duvet fluffing, spanner w@#k) and promotion is a given. Gunners on the other hand have to complete their Trade Course (I didn't arghhhhh) first before they are allowed to attend IMLC.
So to set the scene, whilst at work relaxing at home on Friday morning at 1030 hrs I receive a phone call from unit scribbly, "ss the Chief Scribbly needs to speak to you urgently."
Chief Scribbly asks me whether I want to do the IMLC anyway as someone has dropped out. This is highly unusual for the Regt and I know I will be in for a slagging once the rumour mill has begun however, get it done sooner rather than later is my ethos so "YES" I said. Chief Scribbly says great here are your joining instructions. The time now is approximately 1100 hrs.
At this time the I thought it would be a good idea to ring the IMLC bunch to enquire as to whether there is any phys or activity which may "knacker" (medical terminology) my injury. "No" came the reply. All looking good and ss pleased so far.
Then time slowed down and the world took on a gloomy appearence as the bod on the other end of the phone uttered the following words,"You do know of course that the entire course is done in blues with bulled shoes and the first inspection is at 1700 hrs on Sunday?".
"No", I wept
"Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha" the filthy Guin laughed as he stroked his white cat and further plotted ss' downfall, "See you on Sunday then ss."
The filthy, stinking, admin based, blunt, guano-noshing homblero!!!!
Why am I so distressed? Cos it is 1115 on a Friday and I don't possess any blue uniform at all nor shoes!!
Cue 1 emergency drive to nearest RAF unit and massive blag in stores I successfully acquire the following in packets, brand new with all special deep "been on the shelf years" creases:
5 short sleeve shirts
2 pairs of NO2 trousers
1 gay blue thunderbird jacket ??????????????????
1 funny belt
1 pair boxed, brand new shoes.
The IMLC guin was so happy on the phone as he knows I have 24 hours to bash that lot into inspection standard as well as prep everything else for a 3 week course. The clothes are no drama but the SHOES arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Hours and hours of bulling.
In summary, morale high on acceptance onto course immediately followed by being smashed in the slats by goober guin knowing what I would be up to this last 24 hours and thoroughly relishing the thought!
So for all at Halton I will see you there in about 5 hours time. I will be the Rock looking like a bag of shite but still better than most of the Guins hahahahahaha!!!!
Regards
ss
PS Thought this tale of my plight might bring a smile to some of your faces.
PPS Skyfifi, I believe we have weekends off, is your abode anywhere near Halton? Just being polite of course!!
As some of you are aware I am due out of the RAF Regt in Feb next year. In order to sign on (which I want to do) I must be promoted. In July my last gasp chance arrived and off I toddled to be thrashed around Otterburn for a few weeks only to be injured off 6 days from the end. The injury is a bit on the cheeky side and has no chance of being healed and strong enough for the the next course in Oct. Therefore there is a question about am I out or going to be retained until injury is sorted enough for another bash at the course. Consequently I am flapping like a budgie!!
To explain the RAF promotion system there are two parts; the Trade course and the Management Course (IMLC). Guins complete the IMLC (3 week huggy, fluffy, shark-infested custard build a tripod course) first then their trade course (advanced scribblying, duvet fluffing, spanner w@#k) and promotion is a given. Gunners on the other hand have to complete their Trade Course (I didn't arghhhhh) first before they are allowed to attend IMLC.
So to set the scene, whilst at work relaxing at home on Friday morning at 1030 hrs I receive a phone call from unit scribbly, "ss the Chief Scribbly needs to speak to you urgently."
Chief Scribbly asks me whether I want to do the IMLC anyway as someone has dropped out. This is highly unusual for the Regt and I know I will be in for a slagging once the rumour mill has begun however, get it done sooner rather than later is my ethos so "YES" I said. Chief Scribbly says great here are your joining instructions. The time now is approximately 1100 hrs.
At this time the I thought it would be a good idea to ring the IMLC bunch to enquire as to whether there is any phys or activity which may "knacker" (medical terminology) my injury. "No" came the reply. All looking good and ss pleased so far.
Then time slowed down and the world took on a gloomy appearence as the bod on the other end of the phone uttered the following words,"You do know of course that the entire course is done in blues with bulled shoes and the first inspection is at 1700 hrs on Sunday?".
"No", I wept
"Mwahahahahahahahahahahaha" the filthy Guin laughed as he stroked his white cat and further plotted ss' downfall, "See you on Sunday then ss."
The filthy, stinking, admin based, blunt, guano-noshing homblero!!!!
Why am I so distressed? Cos it is 1115 on a Friday and I don't possess any blue uniform at all nor shoes!!
Cue 1 emergency drive to nearest RAF unit and massive blag in stores I successfully acquire the following in packets, brand new with all special deep "been on the shelf years" creases:
5 short sleeve shirts
2 pairs of NO2 trousers
1 gay blue thunderbird jacket ??????????????????
1 funny belt
1 pair boxed, brand new shoes.
The IMLC guin was so happy on the phone as he knows I have 24 hours to bash that lot into inspection standard as well as prep everything else for a 3 week course. The clothes are no drama but the SHOES arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Hours and hours of bulling.
In summary, morale high on acceptance onto course immediately followed by being smashed in the slats by goober guin knowing what I would be up to this last 24 hours and thoroughly relishing the thought!
So for all at Halton I will see you there in about 5 hours time. I will be the Rock looking like a bag of shite but still better than most of the Guins hahahahahaha!!!!
Regards
ss
PS Thought this tale of my plight might bring a smile to some of your faces.
PPS Skyfifi, I believe we have weekends off, is your abode anywhere near Halton? Just being polite of course!!