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Posted: Wed 03 Dec, 2008 9:55 pm
by Artist
Shoulderholster wrote:"Mind that white dog shite".
Do you want a piccy of the stuff Shoulders?
Our Mutt eats ought and sometimes I make of point of leaving his
Output alone for a few day if it looks like going white. For you dear Sir the World!
Sorted?
OK, piccy of a Nun beating the crap out of a Viking required ASAP Oppo. OK?
Artist
Posted: Fri 05 Dec, 2008 1:33 pm
by BritinAfrica
Tanner
Ten Bob
Half a Crown
Titfer, or titfertat
Old Bill who calls you Sir or Madam.
Skallywag
Posted: Fri 12 Dec, 2008 1:27 pm
by misdameaner
marathon bar
thats the wonder of woollies
lbs + ounces
2nd battalion the [insert any county] regiment.
warsaw pact / soxmiss
operation banner
Posted: Fri 12 Dec, 2008 2:37 pm
by London Boy
SLR
NBC (or the really,really old ABC. A= atomic) now of course CBRN and CBRNE
58 webbing - I was still using the 58 in 82.
Posted: Fri 12 Dec, 2008 8:29 pm
by Rogue Chef
Battle bowler - Steel helmet.
Yaffling spanners - Knife, fork and spoon.
Not common terms, but my Section Corporal in training used them.
Posted: Sat 13 Dec, 2008 12:41 am
by sportbilly42
Put you on a fizzer...
Blanco
Posted: Sat 13 Dec, 2008 4:12 am
by anglo-saxon
"Gold top" (milk)
"NATO standard" - tea with 2 sugars
" Ten bob 4-piece" - fish and chips for me mum and us three kids.
"Thrupney cone" - little newspaper cone of sweets I used to get from the corner shop in the late 60's.
"Tuck shop" - where us litluns used to buy our "jammy dodgers" and curly red licorice.
"What's said in the Mess. stays in the Mess!"
Posted: Sat 13 Dec, 2008 7:44 am
by Hyperlithe
NATO standard is still very much in use! Most people are going Julie Andrews these days though for health reasons.
(Well, where I work anyway...)
Posted: Wed 21 Jan, 2009 12:01 pm
by chrischance
'Pint of Mother-in-law please' = old and bitter, (bottle of old ale mixed with bitter).
Capstan Full Strength.
Hob-nail boots.
Crikey! I could go on but I'll feel my age if I do.
Chris.
Posted: Sun 25 Jan, 2009 5:15 pm
by Tab
Clog Dancing, and by heck could some of those chaps make the sparks fly