Aye good times right enough Stuarty, got up to some unforgetable antics. When at Kinloss we had the dubious pleasure of a visit from Prince Philip, an awe the bullshit that goes with that
We hud a Guard of Honour, an as HRH was doing the rounds, this Aircrew Sgt chucked up his guts as he was going buy. The SWO throw a wobbley, as SWO's (Git aff ma grass!) and try as may not to laugh, we could not. It wis jist like being up in front of the Heidmaister or in Church and someone lets a huge ripper go hehe.
They even hud us painting the grass green!
Also during the parade there wus a couple of Hawks, prolly dead sparrows, up doing some skywriting.
It was a lovely clear day and they sky writed a complete set male family jewels, which was apt as we all thought it was a load of old bollocks anyway. This would have been seen from Nairn tae Elgin and prolly beyond.
No sure wit happened to the pilots but I would bet they would have been oan ra cairpit withoot hats oan.
I had a RAF fireman friend, he was from Glasgow. Wee guy called Jonnie Garth, he suffered some pretty horrendous burns, no sure how it happened, I think he eventually goat demobbed.
I knew a bombhead called Geordie Armstrong, he worked in the bombdump in Thuggieland, Oman. Ah cannae recalled his furst name, but ah dinnea think it is Gary, but ya nefer know!
Oh I remember when 43 Sqn tombs where at Kinloss in 79, noisy buggers! Remember the beat up when they departed, nearly took the roof aff the Tower hahaa! I was on me treader going to work when the buggers went over.
Remember a leckie called Dicky Duff? He was on 43 Sqn tombs then got posted to NMSU in Kinloss, then over to Gin Palace in Guttersloh, then got his Chief up and gaot posted to Gin Palace in Lossie. He and his missus Cathy had a disabled boy called Alistair, god he must be nearly 40 noo. Scar..
Oh aye, Rank distinction!
If a mess was trashed during Squadron pissup, this is how the behavoir is classified.
Officers' - High Jinks
SNCOs' - High Spirits
Airmen/wimen - Sheer bloody vandalism.
Oh gawd the piss ups, though the fence into the Stables (Kellies) and the Abbey. That was the days when we all knocked off early on Fridays and everyone from the WO down went oot on the razz at dinner time.
It was customary for the higher ranks to get them in and by the time it came doon the riffraf, they where completely steaming. I remember getting carted back to MQ's by 2 of my oppos, they dumped me at door, rang the bell and legged it at a rapid rate of knots, as my ex missus wus a Bundy Pollock Heidcase, she took no prisoners haha. She could clear a pub with one look *shudders*
Great times indeed Stuarty!
Take care now