Nice one sully swamp on the section nobber
A true leader of men. Slaps on the back all round
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sheer level of fitness man!
If you want to get fit(ter) try running in boots, preferably uphill. 'A pound on the feet is worth 10lbs on your back'
Ahh! Green Flash. Thought they'd stopped making them years ago. In the days when I played squash I'd never wear anything else. Only prob was they wore out quite quickly.
As for Reebok, Adidas, Nike, etc.
Never saw the need to pay £80 for something that cost Nike £2.50 to make in Thailand 
It's what's in the trainers that counts, not the badge on the outside. Mind you, if you're into named goods and posing then you can pay inflated prices to help boost company profits.
Ahh! Green Flash. Thought they'd stopped making them years ago. In the days when I played squash I'd never wear anything else. Only prob was they wore out quite quickly.
As for Reebok, Adidas, Nike, etc.
Never saw the need to pay £80 for something that cost Nike £2.50 to make in Thailand It's what's in the trainers that counts, not the badge on the outside. Mind you, if you're into named goods and posing then you can pay inflated prices to help boost company profits.Trainers
My silver shadows were hoofing Sully. Can't say the same for my pumps/daps, they were bloody awful. I'm surprised I didn't put my shins through my knees vaulting and doing camp circuits in them as a nod. I'd have been better off with ply strapped to my feet. They were great for climbing ropes though.
The more expensive trainers tend to be, how can I put this......chad when they are really tortured. I brought a £120 pair of Nikes a while back and the bloody air pocket burst after a 12 miler so I refuse to buy those sort of things for the real punishment.
The more expensive trainers tend to be, how can I put this......chad when they are really tortured. I brought a £120 pair of Nikes a while back and the bloody air pocket burst after a 12 miler so I refuse to buy those sort of things for the real punishment.
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Nothing like the sound of nods in white pussers daps, slapping the ground with their right foot to keep time when marching to get a beasting in the stone gym. :laola:
The daps where also easier to fold up and put in the side pouches of your large pack.
Don't you just miss those days
The daps where also easier to fold up and put in the side pouches of your large pack.
Don't you just miss those days
It's hard to soar with the eagles, when you now work with turkeys.
Thanks bongo - you're too kind mate - if I'd known what I was doing then I'd deserve the praise. I wasn't too put out by the outcome though The said nobber did pass out, but not with our troop. As a taster, he'd fitted us all up with a kit inspection at midnight and the duty corporal (one of our DS and tasked with inspecting us that night) saw him in the automat playing space invaders while we were sorting the grots out. I've never seen a man punched through a wall before - but that was the closest. Of course, in all honesty I didn't see a thing
The silver shadows were hoofing Oakers - but on the early model your big toe soon began to poke through the material The flapping of pumps in the distance as a camp-circuiting troop approached was indeed awesome (perhaps that's where the makers of the film Zulu got it from - maybe not though 
). Another memory is that GRRRRR sound just before the lights came on - even on courses at CTC when things were more laid back that sound sent a shiver down my spine.
The said nobber did pass out, but not with our troop. As a taster, he'd fitted us all up with a kit inspection at midnight and the duty corporal (one of our DS and tasked with inspecting us that night) saw him in the automat playing space invaders while we were sorting the grots out. I've never seen a man punched through a wall before - but that was the closest. Of course, in all honesty I didn't see a thing The silver shadows were hoofing Oakers - but on the early model your big toe soon began to poke through the material
The flapping of pumps in the distance as a camp-circuiting troop approached was indeed awesome (perhaps that's where the makers of the film Zulu got it from - maybe not though ). Another memory is that GRRRRR sound just before the lights came on - even on courses at CTC when things were more laid back that sound sent a shiver down my spine.Admonished
Sully I must say I'm quite appaled at your blase attitude regarding a young recruit being assaulted and for excreting bodily fluid onto said recruit, there is no place for your sort of elitist attitudes in this day and age and as you are quite aware I am totally against such shows of aggresion.
Yeah, gen.
Sully, did you notice how years later when you went back to CTC no matter what it was for you still got an empty sick feeling upon approach, you braced up passing the Guard room and you congratulated yourself if you ever managed to pass HQ or puzzle palace without hearing "you there, Nod, march f***In properly.
Or is that just me
I was back a few years ago to see a sprog I'd talked into joining after training him as a cadet pass out. I stayed in transit block with a few old oppos who also knew him and we got leathered and ended up running bottom field circuits at 0200. Hanging off the 30ft rope in glad rags, giggling like fairies calling out "Oakley Corporal" and so on followed by hysterical fits of laughter and creaming in half way down. I'm lucky I didn't bloody tank myself that night I was in a right 2 and 8
I do miss the old places like a bugger though. I nag my mates every opportunity to go and stay on camp. Don't think I'll bother with the poor sods who've just gone to Borden though
Sully are you really a Solicitor, or is that you just spinning to bag off Coz if it is, it's not working mate I'm not interested
Yeah, gen.
Sully, did you notice how years later when you went back to CTC no matter what it was for you still got an empty sick feeling upon approach, you braced up passing the Guard room and you congratulated yourself if you ever managed to pass HQ or puzzle palace without hearing "you there, Nod, march f***In properly.
Or is that just me
I was back a few years ago to see a sprog I'd talked into joining after training him as a cadet pass out. I stayed in transit block with a few old oppos who also knew him and we got leathered and ended up running bottom field circuits at 0200. Hanging off the 30ft rope in glad rags, giggling like fairies calling out "Oakley Corporal" and so on followed by hysterical fits of laughter and creaming in half way down. I'm lucky I didn't bloody tank myself that night I was in a right 2 and 8
I do miss the old places like a bugger though. I nag my mates every opportunity to go and stay on camp. Don't think I'll bother with the poor sods who've just gone to Borden though
Sully are you really a Solicitor, or is that you just spinning to bag off
Coz if it is, it's not working mate I'm not interested I'd be too scared to 'play' on the bottom field mate - even now. Too scared of the 'all seeing eye' of Lympstone I was back there last year for the stripeys mess summer ball and that sick feeling was there as the officers mess came into view. I was staying with a mate from training (now a stripey) who fast-balled me with tickets for the do (I think he was let down by someone else). Being tight, I borrowed some drill shoes from him and a suit (arms and legs a few inches too short) but I did splash out on a shirt - spent most of the holiday trying to get a good price for one. I was a bit wary (having left as a mne s3) but it was a great do and I ended up on a table with one of our DS corporals - stories from training seem funnier because its all so serious. Was definitely strange being back - and stranger still being in the stripeys mess. Did see the cybercafe though and the diner where the automat used to be You're right though mate - it was great to see it again.
I am a solicitor now mate - there's a handfull of former bootnecks that I know of who are solicitors and two barristers. Wouldn't know about what birds think about it (apart from my stunning lack of success on Onion St that night) probably nowhere near the bootneck fighter pilot approach - or indeed the underwater knife-fighter Met the missus in Exmouth by saying I was a florist (wearing jeans, fleece, KSB's etc. drinking too much, having a baldy heed and just been kicked out of Sams for fighting with one of the village idiots). Happy days eh?
I was back there last year for the stripeys mess summer ball and that sick feeling was there as the officers mess came into view. I was staying with a mate from training (now a stripey) who fast-balled me with tickets for the do (I think he was let down by someone else). Being tight, I borrowed some drill shoes from him and a suit (arms and legs a few inches too short) but I did splash out on a shirt - spent most of the holiday trying to get a good price for one. I was a bit wary (having left as a mne s3) but it was a great do and I ended up on a table with one of our DS corporals - stories from training seem funnier because its all so serious. Was definitely strange being back - and stranger still being in the stripeys mess. Did see the cybercafe though and the diner where the automat used to be You're right though mate - it was great to see it again.I am a solicitor now mate - there's a handfull of former bootnecks that I know of who are solicitors and two barristers. Wouldn't know about what birds think about it (apart from my stunning lack of success on Onion St that night) probably nowhere near the bootneck fighter pilot approach - or indeed the underwater knife-fighter
Met the missus in Exmouth by saying I was a florist (wearing jeans, fleece, KSB's etc. drinking too much, having a baldy heed and just been kicked out of Sams for fighting with one of the village idiots). Happy days eh?Re
I didn't know they had a cyber cafe! That's not bad. I used to love the fact that in the evening you came out of the Gym straight into the Naafi and it would just be rude not to get sh**ers really wouldn't it! I'm surprised my phys ever improved.
You'd love it mate, any chance to get green again I bet. When did you come out the Sully?
Solicitor eh I'm impressed. Did you do all the training after you came out or before?
I'm surprised my phys ever improved.You'd love it mate, any chance to get green again I bet. When did you come out the Sully?
Solicitor eh I'm impressed. Did you do all the training after you came out or before?
I'll ignore that one - no fudgewhacking for me my friendWhen did you come out
I left the Corps in '98 though - how about you?I probably only ever had a handful of wets in the Naafi and that was pass out day. Too much of an admin biff as a nod and too much of a free spirit on my sigs course (came bottom out of 14
and nearly had to do it all again - which would have suited me fine, but not sure my rankings would have improved).I studied for my degree while I was in the Corps (nice little stint in the Comcen at Stonehouse helped no end - although with all the frankie vaughan in there it's a wonder I had the vitality to lift my eyelids
and they must have changed the carpet by now, it was a health hazzard then). Then did a years sponsored post graduate study and two years on the job training. Hard work mate but not even close to CTC Closet!!
It's ok bud, we're all friends here, I wouldn't tell anyone or take the p*** Gen.
I was booted in 98 as well, December just before Chrimbo and my B'day, yeah Merry bloody Christmas to you too!
I wish I'd prepped a contingency a little better, I wasn't really expecting it mate. In my head I had my 22 planned out and then it all fell to pieces. for the firsat few years I was living still as a bootneck in civvi street and didn't gel at all. It's only the past three years or so I've actually been living in the real world. Still I'm clawing my up although I've definitely come to the conclusion that I am not suited for office based jobs. I'm good at it but my brain is turning to mush, as is my gut
Glad you got into something good mate, it's too often you come across guys who end up in work that's below them.
Gen.I was booted in 98 as well, December just before Chrimbo and my B'day, yeah Merry bloody Christmas to you too!
I wish I'd prepped a contingency a little better, I wasn't really expecting it mate. In my head I had my 22 planned out and then it all fell to pieces. for the firsat few years I was living still as a bootneck in civvi street and didn't gel at all. It's only the past three years or so I've actually been living in the real world. Still I'm clawing my up although I've definitely come to the conclusion that I am not suited for office based jobs. I'm good at it but my brain is turning to mush, as is my gut
Glad you got into something good mate, it's too often you come across guys who end up in work that's below them.
Glad things are starting to come together for you mate - I take it you were crummed.
Things were bad for me at first - it's true that you don't really realise what you've got until its gone. I left and turned my back on all of it - only keeping in touch with one or two oppos but then I went to a funeral (Kev Weaver) and met them all again - I was speechless. It was about then that I started looking at this site and the banter rang all the old bells. Sorry if it offends anyone but at first I thought it was a bit sad dwelling on the past but the former bootnecks on here all realise how special it all was and how lucky we all were to have (in my case) stumbled across it. The yomp was a great crack and fitting back in was like falling off a log, but, as always, you have to keep on yer toes
When I meet up with old oppos these days we just laugh. Often thought that I'd never have that much fun again but I suppose you have to make things happen around you.
Things were bad for me at first - it's true that you don't really realise what you've got until its gone. I left and turned my back on all of it - only keeping in touch with one or two oppos but then I went to a funeral (Kev Weaver) and met them all again - I was speechless. It was about then that I started looking at this site and the banter rang all the old bells. Sorry if it offends anyone but at first I thought it was a bit sad dwelling on the past but the former bootnecks on here all realise how special it all was and how lucky we all were to have (in my case) stumbled across it. The yomp was a great crack and fitting back in was like falling off a log, but, as always, you have to keep on yer toes
When I meet up with old oppos these days we just laugh. Often thought that I'd never have that much fun again but I suppose you have to make things happen around you.
Well done you two,
as you know I have recently been back to CTC, see thread 'Red Faced Jenny',
Met Yorkie and a squad mate both of which I hadn't seen for 29yrs.Memoiries come back so easily.Some good some bad but at least they are there.
Cheers Sully and Oakers next time i'm in Brum we'll have a jar.
Aye Sunman
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as you know I have recently been back to CTC, see thread 'Red Faced Jenny',
Met Yorkie and a squad mate both of which I hadn't seen for 29yrs.Memoiries come back so easily.Some good some bad but at least they are there.
Cheers Sully and Oakers next time i'm in Brum we'll have a jar.
Aye Sunman
.I'm just 2 people short of a threesome.
