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i recently read a book about a man's career in the Royal marines then later in the SBS. He says that when they had some time off, there was nothing that ALL of the marines liked to do more than get dressed up in costumes (nurses, cowboys, womens' clothes etc.) and go down town and get legless trying to pull birds.
Is it true that Royal has such warped dress sense?
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Its true for most of the armed forces

Thats the real reason im joining,to dress up as a women in my free time

That is a complete lie... the only reason I dressed as a woman was because I played darts for charity on a 'pregnant ladies night out' admitedly 100% of the darts team were dressed as pregnant ladies and it is purely coincidence that it was the team from the barracks.
Other nights out included:

'Madona in a basque' where we all wore basque, stockings and high heels and took the dance floor.

'Altrenative superheroes' like bicycle repairman, Artex man, Tinfoil man, Surfer with no portfolio man, Kinky woman, Man woman, Hairy woman etc.

'Western cavalry on the pi$$' we all had horses, blues tunics with loads of badges and a pair of Ron Hill tracksters with a yellow maskers stripe.

'Savages' all dresssed as cave men, vikings, ghengis kahn etc

Of course its true... you've never lived till you walk back to barracks the next morning still in your frock having spent the night with a pash!!

I can remember pulling many a toga ashore in Exmouth......
interesting results sometimes.

Royal looks better in drag than many of my mates!

There is a long history of fighting men wearing female attire.Spartan soldiers would dress in their wives clothes after a battle, and do womens chores, spinning and cooking etc. Romans would also dress as females after battle, and the Greeks still wear skirts, as the Jocks wear kilts.

Awaiting incoming.

Aye Owdun.

One Christmas Party at the FLEET CLUB in the 70's I went as Bob Fergusons girlfriend.

Ena Sharples (used to run the Vine outside Stonehouse) and a couple of the "ladies of the night" spent a fair few hours dolling me up. Ifen I don't say so myself I was a stunner!

As you can imagine a few "warmers into the butts" were required before we attended the Ball.

The tame USMC yank Staff Sgt atached to us tried to pull me! His face was a picture when I turned round, grabbed his Goolies and asked him to cough. Old Bob and me won the beer drinking comp. I had to sit on his knee and drink a half pint out of a babys bottle via the teat. Just took of the teat and "YamSinged" in one.

A few knew it was me but a hell of a lot didn't. Nutty Edwards the WO1 sigs knew! But still insisted that I had a dance with him! "Oggie" Pigget our OC nearly choked on his beer when Nutty told him it was me. the Tame Yank ordered me to "Change into proper clothes Dammit!" But Nutty told him to put up or p*ss off! Bill Tooke never forgave me! (him and his wife came second in the beer drinking comp)

I was finally sussed out when I was seen in the Heads with me dress hitched up having a slash. But all in all it was a belting night it was the looks of total confusion when I started asking the younger blokes ifen they fancied a bit as Bob was getting on. (Bob kept going up to them and saying "I love 'her' to bits but shes wearing me out Dave/John/Henry, do you want to take a turn with her?) He nearly sold me to "A Gentleman"

Bob was one off the old school ended up a Queens Cpl. Used to tell me and the lads about his sea training on the old crusier Sheffield/Kent can't remember which one. But owdun will know.


aye Artist

When own leave from the grey funnel line I was walking up Deal high street with my missus.

As if on que on being asked the question 'When will we know that 41 Cdo is here," the doors of the Black Horse burst open and spewed forth a mixture of about 20 rather large babies in nappies with baby bottles and alarm clocks round their necks , a few ugly nurses. the obligatory perv in a basque and a handful of wrens who up till then had lived a relativly quite life. I dont think anyone had ever seen a drunk baby being burped in Deal High street by a rather large wren dressed as a bloke

This was foretaste of things to come and my missus still talks about that day like the opening of hells gates for the citizens of Deal.

The thing that has always puzzled me is why Royal takes so much pride in his turnout on such a run, asking if he looks good, if his seams are straight or does his makeup match his tats.

You can dress up like a bird but the moustache and chukka boots are always a give away.

Now people might see it as weird to dress up, but what is really weird is 'Jacks' ability to turn up bollok naked in the strangest of places, I have always put this down to the fact that they spend so much time in 8s, that once they get ashore they just want to feel the air on their skin, or something like that.

There is nothing wrong in dressing up but be prepared to give it up to become a viking when you look in the mirror and see your mother.


Dolly G

There is nothing wrong in dressing up but be prepared to give it up to become a viking

Written bya man who turned up for the Yomp dressed as Sinbad

Dolly

Ifen yer going to do it right your going do it right! Never see a "lady of the night" looking like a bag of sh*t.

It's a Marine thing ain't it. bees knees or nought!

Aye Artist

Cor this thread just confirms what we have always heard about these Naval types??????????????????????????????????????????

Yes Tab, we are a great run ashore

I can remember coming back aboard at CTC wearing Knicks, the remnants of a grass skirt and a pair of lop sided coconut tits. Actually I can't remember but the main gate sentry took great pleasure in telling me the next day.
I shouldn't worry, Nutty Edwards and Terry Camsey came back in the same rig right on cue as the DC's parade went past.
As the "I don't care if I live or die club" we had some memorable runs in Exmouth especially Fred Astaires leaving run. Top hat, tails and canes all round!!!!
Great times.

Walked into Wrens 1/4s at RM Condor one night, there was Royal studiously painting his nails bright red, another going through the girls wardrobe seeing what might fit, and two others in the lounge having a very serious debate about what colour tights might go with his outfit!
All in all, about a dozen blokes all being made up, arguing about who was wearing what, trying on wigs - and yes they still trapped !!!

John and I were in town just before crimbo and went into a charity shop to buy some cards, the old dear asked us if "the boys" were having "abit of a do" as she hadn't a frock left in the place !!!

Can't remember Jack being this much in touch with his feminine side though, have to admit !!
Love Sandy

only Royal does what Royal Does best and that`s in everything he does! (does that make sense?)

Wombat, was that book called 'Not by Strength, By Guile' by Pete Mercer by any chance??? its a great read lads!!! especially the part where they do a night drop and land in the middle of a wedding reception!!!! hahah classic......!