I've been wondering!!!!
Perhaps the Brass are going to lead the fighting when, or if, it ever starts again. Put them altogether and I doubt that there would be more than half a dozen who would be any use.
Never really gave it a thought. Would it be so that at the Camp Dances your boys could be in step with the Green Jackets?. (Terry Dene etc.)
Forgive me for entering the fray, I thought that you Cavalry Boys marched at such a genteel pace because you didn't want to leave your friend's behind. PS. note the apostrophe S.
Joking of course.
Well we've got better looking bums than the horses have! At least mine is lovely and peachy - according to my wife! Sorry - no photographs available - private viewing only.
Last week we had the Brazilian photographer and today we have someone wanting to restore a Land Rover.
Is this a Forces Site or Exchange and Mart.
(Thinks? What happened to that old Olivetti typewriter that the 16/5th Lancers 'liberated' in Italy and I used in Egypt and LIbya. It had a Continental keyboard with god knows how many extra vowels and consonants with 'accents', diuresis, and such that it took me days to fathom out where the normal keys were. The carriage was about a yard long - I exaggerate of course but it was a hell of a machine.
We once had a dance in our Naafi at Camp 53 Fanara with a bevy of ATS girls brought in so that we squaddies could trip the light fantastic with them and enjoy some feminine company. On that night the Adjutant's wife had baked a cake in celebration of her birthday and which was placed carefully on the snooker table which had been covered with a huge cloth and was to be ceremoniously cut later by said lady and distributed to the troops. I refer to the cake being cut - not the cloth over the table of course. Our dance band version of the Regimental Band was in attendance complete with one of their number acting as vocalist and the evening began with a swing. Alas. It did not end thus.
Tables and chairs had been mostly cleared, the floor strewn with wax blocks trampled around by the GD wallahs to try to create a slidy floor surface, the CO, his lady and many of the Officers and their ladies were also disporting themselves likewise in a self conscious manner and some of the lads were sitting boozing. No one got up to dance. I was a keen dancer but didn't fancy being the first one up so hung back for a while. After a long period of hoping someone would break the ice I acted as usual on the 'In for a penny, in for a pound' basis and approached the first young woman sitting with her mates all along one side of the room.
i didn't fancy her but decided that I would simply go along the row and dance with each one in turn but my approach was rebuffed with a wan smile, a shake of the head and a mimed 'No thanks'. I had no better luck with the next one, or the next or any of them until near the end of the row and about ready to sink through the floor as one girl got up and said 'Yes'. We began to dance and I started to think of something to say when she said that no one had turned me down on personal reasons but simply that they had been looking forward to the night for a chance to dance with men and not each other. They were just disappointed that they had not been swamped with partners but she had taken pity on me just to explain the position. I felt better and when she said that they had been weighing up the talent and I had been mentioned a couple times my self esteem rose somewhere back to normal. She might have been lying to make me feel better but it worked anyway. As we finished the dance she went back to her seat and then the whole lot of girls stood up and walked outside to where their wagons were waiting. They had not been sitting idly but had requested to be picked up and taken back to their camp. i went outside to wave them off and then back inside to the games room.
There the mood was changing. Drunks were getting drunker and they were behaving as troopers often do - getting more and more drunk and swearing profusely. As I went past the line of Officers and wives I had heard the chatter that they were about to go into the games room and that the Adjutant's wife would be cutting the cake. There were three huge blokes in the crowd who always went around as if they were joined at the hips moaning 'When's this effing cake being cut?' but when I went to tell them not to start helping themselves I was told in no uncertain terms to either go away (Army Style) or I'd get thumped.
Discretion rather than valour has always been part of my make up when the odds are like that so I stood and watched as they began to grab handfuls of cake and lurch around giggling like kids. Of course that was the moment when the cavalcade arrived led by the Colonel, his belly and his wife and the rest all in tow. It looked as if they had run into a brick wall as they stopped en masse, wheeled about and departed. Not in the best of humours and I heard the cake lady declare that 'They are all ANIMALS!' A bit unfair but it was her birthday. We never had another party night and no wonder.
Thanks for the photo Syd - memories - ah yes indeed!
While I was reading his last contribution to this thread, his halo fell off and his wings drooped!
Walks away, slightly red-faced but vowing to remember to do what I've said I will do in future.
Nice little botty, Terry.
What has happened?
Where is everybody?
Was it my fault?
If so, I'm sorry!
As i recall neither could never keep their Mouths shut.
Reading in the Morning Paper over the Weekend There was a report of an Albanian who had committed a Brutal Murder and convicted to life imprisonment in his Homeland. He fled the Country and came to the U.K. after some time he was found and Deported back. In spite of this he managed to slip back into the U.K. again. Having been rediscovered by the Authorities and served with another Deportation notice 9 months later he is still here and running a Carwash Business in Leicester. He has earned £40,000 in the last 12 Months.
My Daughter works as a Paramedic, working 10 / 12 hour shifts facing all types of emergencies, My Nephew is a Policeman in a City where he faces all kinds of problems / danger, neither of which get payed that sort of money. They are like many others doing essential jobs and yet Scum like him are allowed to walk our Streets.
A Small Cornish Dairy has been voted the Best Cheese maker Beating off competition from over 3,000 products from 35 Countries at the World Cheese Awards in London.
Similar to a Dutch Gouda and named "Kern" after the Cornish word for Round It is made at Lyher Dairies In Ponsanooth, Nr. Redeuth.
A female Fan attending the match in Spain where they were playing Seville last Tuesday
Vicki Klopp was entering the Stadium when a Female Stewardess grabbed her bag."I was then physically searched to such an extent that the wires were pulled from my Bra. and then effectively groped my Breasts. I was then spun round and my legs kicked apart. She then searched the inside of my legs and for want of a better word she groped my undercarriage."
As Scouse Tommy Fleming is A. Good Friend of mine and B. A Liverpool supporter. So i shall refrain from commenting at the moment but between ( You and I and The Gatepost ) i fancy there will be quite a few Hen Party's heading from John Lennon airport to that area of Spain.
Today the Royal Navy are taking over the Changing of the Guard duties outside of Buckingham Palace from the Coldstream Guards after 357 years . There will be some different sort of Bare Skins in The Chelsea Barracks from now on.
The Allergists voted to scratch it, but the Dermatologists advised not to make any rash moves.
The Gastroenterologists had a sort of a gut feeling about it, but the Neurologists thought the Administration had a lot of nerve.
The Obstetricians felt they were all labouring under a misconception.
Ophthalmologists considered the idea short-sighted.
Pathologists yelled, "Over my dead body!" while the Paediatricians said, "Oh, Grow up!"
The Psychiatrists thought the whole idea was madness, while the Radiologists could see right through it.
The Surgeons were fed up with the cuts and decided to wash their hands of the whole thing.
The ENT specialists didn't swallow it, and just wouldnt hear of it.
The Pharmacologists thought it was a bitter pill to swallow, and the Plastic Surgeons said, "This puts a whole new face on the matter...."
The Podiatrists thought it was a step forward, but the Urologists were pissed off at the whole idea.
The Anaesthetists thought the whole idea was a gas, but the Cardiologists didn't have the heart to say no.
In the end, the Proctologists won out, leaving the entire decision up to the arseholes in London
My Youngest Daughter and the Wife went shopping in Gloucester Town Centre and in the "Next" Clearance shop they bought for the Son in Law a pair of Trousers marked down from £50. to £12. and another pair marked down from £34. to £6. both pairs are perfect
When i went to collect them we called in B. and Q. as the Wife wanted a plant pot she had seen. while i was in there i noticed they had 3ft. Christmas Trees for only £3. don't know if there were any bigger ones but it shows there are bargains to be had even this close to the Holidays.
This from the Telegraph......
" The Ministry of Defence has banned Philip Hammond from using RAF aircraft as a row between the Chancellor and Defence Secretary Gavin Williamson escalates.
The MoD has insisted the Treasury must settle an outstanding bill for Mr Hammond’s use of aircraft attached to No32 (The Royal) Squadron before he can be allowed to fly in them again.
Mr Hammond uses A109 helicopters and BAe 146 jets from the squadron on official business, but officials who take VIP bookings for the aircraft have been told not to accept any more requests from the Chancellor until the bill is paid, according to The Times.
Mr Williamson is preparing to fight the Chancellor over potential cuts to personnel numbers after Mr Hammond was reported to have said the Army could manage with just 50,000 soldiers, a cut in numbers of around 28,000.
Any such cut would lead to resignations in the MoD, with junior minister Tobias Ellwood already on record as saying he would quit if numbers went below 70,000."
As I've pointed out elsewhere, HMG doesn't just stand for Her Majesty's Government but also for Hammond Must Go . It is way past time that this arrogant, despicable man, who is now taking a pop at the disabled, was shown the door. There is an honourable, honest, intelligent and patriotic man who could fill his shoes splendidly, and who's talents are being sadly wasted on the back benches. His name is Jacob Rees Mogg.
Yes, Gavin appears to be to be blessed with more common sense than the whole bunch of political elites who squat their plump backsides on the benches in Parliament.
Today Gavin showed his true mettle, he said, "All British born Jihadists who go to fight for Daesh should not be allowed to return to Britain", and, I love this,
"It would be best if they were exterminated"
If only we have more politicians with the same frame of mind as Rees Mogg and Gavin Williamson.
No doubt the Uman Rights Brigade will throw a wobbly, funny how these idiots never consider the rights of the victims.............innit!
How dare someone suggest bumping of the Jahadi's. it is against their Uman Rites, it is retrograde step back to the dark ages.
The liberal left seem to conveniently forget that this is exactly where Daesh intend to take us, one idiot judge even suggests we should embrace these returning numpties.
Does no one in power ever look at historical facts? religious fanatics thought the ages have never embraced progress, or advancement, unless everything aligns to their version of religious belief, they destroy it, it has, and still do. Religion is the most dangerous element to humanity on this planet, it has caused more death misery and destruction than anything nature has ever produced.
Christian belief is changing its attitude to modern humanity's outlook on life, it has no alternative, observe how they constantly alter the interpretation of the good book to suit modern day trends. The hierarchy are slowly realising that the masses are placing less faith and belief in an invisible deity. Where is he/it when disaster strikes? Where is he when a deranged idiot runs amok with guns, knives, and explosives?
The faithful lament "It is not God who commits these crimes, but man" but they fail to recognise that this supposed God in whom they believe, created man.
Could it be that he was being a little "Devilish?
Do adults believe in Santa Clause? do they still believe in fairies, piskies, elves and goblins, what is the difference between these invisible beings?and the man in the sky.
When the product V I Poo was first advertised I thought that it must be a joke. Who on earth would want to carry that around in their pocket or handbag. Now it is being suggested that you give one to all and sundry for Christmas! Well, how would you feel if you were on the receiving end of such a 'gift'?
ps For those who have never seen the advert it's a spray can that you take to the toilet with you and spray into the loo before you go and if you do a stinker it keeps the odour within the loo!