Things We Don't See Anymore.
Background: Attending a 'Dining In Night' in the Officer's Mess saying farewell to a number of people who have been posted. The 'After Dinner' party tends to get a bit raucous. One of the events was a Tug of War. Two opposing teams sit on the floor (bit like a rowing eight at a regatta) The two front members of the team place their feet together and both grasp hold of a broomstick The idea is that one team will 'Drag' the other team over a mark set on the floor.
On this occasion, an inebriated blonde WRAF Flt Lt. demanded that she was team leader and took up position opposite me and my team. She grabbed the broom handle and away we heaved. I must admit that she had a strong grip and did not let go of the stick as my team gradually hauled them towards the line. During this time her formal dress was inching up her legs until I could see that she was not wearing any pants but was wearing a bodice with two Popper studs in the crotch area. I demanded one final Heave from my team and, sure enough, the Poppers sprang open.
I, and the rest of my team, saw her TRUE COLOURS. There was nearly a punch-up as the men on my team fought to see who took the front position for the second of three pulls.
My intention was thwarted from the outset as one after the other turned me down flat. I began to wonder if it was just that I was so ugly but at last one young lady smiled and said yes. We started to dance and I hemmed and hawed a little until she took pity on me and said 'It isn't you', followed by 'You're quite good looking really but it's just that we were hoping for a few dances ourselves. You're the first one to ask and we thought we'd be overwhelmed.' All I could do was to thank her and retreat as graciously as I could. Almost immediately they asked for their transport and filed out to wait for it to be brought round. At least as I went outside to see them off she beckoned me over and gave me a couple of real smackeroos of kisses and said, (I always remember her words as 'spoken wistfully') it's a real pity love. It could have been fun'. With that she and her mates were gone. Ah well - as I often say ' You can't win 'em all'.
I must remind you Terry that I did not get Commissioned until my early 40's so I also have had experiences as a 'Squaddie'.
As a Cpl I was sent to RAF Leuchars, along with a team of technicians, to a Battle of Britain open day. I was on No1 Sqn Harriers at the time and our job was to look after the two Harriers sent to the display.
After the show we went to the Cpl's Club where there was a dance. As a group of 6 we sat in a booth enjoying a few beers when the door opened and in trooped about 30 girls/women. A party of 8 of them sat at the next table to ours. After chatting to them I found out they were all from a Dundee biscuit Factory who had been on a 'Day Out'. Anyway, I asked one of the girls (a real stunner) for a dance and we got on famously. As we sat down for a drink this 'LARGE' women came and sat with us and when the band started up she grabbed my hand and dragged me on the dance floor without saying a word. After a few seconds she wrapped my hands round her 'Undefined' waist and proceeded to try and 'Neck' with me. (At this stage I must tell you that my hands did not meet when they were wrapped around her!!!!) To put her off I told her that I was married. She responded by saying that she wasn't superstitious. She insisted on getting me a drink and while she was away I asked the first girl for a dance and she responded by saying that she 'Daren't'. She told me that the other woman was called the 'Queen Mary' - for obvious reasons - and that none of the other girls would dance with me either knowing that she had 'Taken a shine' to me. She went on to tell me that she had Warned off the others and told them that I was hers and what she was going to do to me.
The Queen Mary asked me for another dance and I made my excuse that I needed to go to the loo. My intention was to 'Leg it' but she followed me and stood outside the loo until I came out. My next ploy was to offer her a drink and I went to the bar. When her back was turned I fled back to my accommodation.
The boys told me that when she noticed I was missing she ran into the car park, shaking all the cars, and shouting what a coward I was and that I had missed the best night of my life. I THINK NOT!!!!!!!
There will be more - I am sure.
it's taken a little while but today I actually scored a double. Patricia had a check-up at the local hospital and got a good report from her consultant. As we were walking back to pay the car park fee before setting off home two young policemen were walking into the reception area. I had to pause for a moment to check that they were real rozzers because they both smiled. Now I wonder, do smiles count extra? Food for thought!
Talking of food I suggested we went to a local gastro pub for a meal which we did but both afterwards wished we hadn't bothered. The prices have gone up consistently since it was opened a few years back but alas the quality has gone the opposite way. Quite a disappointment as it used to be pretty good. I ask you, a king prawn tikka masala with seven prawns on a fancy dish? Plus a bowl of rice, a garlic naan bread the size of a large digestive biscuit and a few small potatoes. It'll be a while before we try it again if ever.
There is also a lot of over-priced food out there and often pretending to be what it isn't !!!!
Our local one does a Curry Night on Thursdays. Curry of your choice with a starter, Huge Nan Bread, Poppadom and a drink of your choice for £5;40 !!!!!!!
Most beers cost under £2 a pint
We called this "Piggy Sticks"
I checked the prices at our Wetherspoons when we went last night and a curry is £7.70 and if you want a garlic naan it costs an extra 20 pence. They must think we're all rolling in money round here.
That's the same thing as we played, you have described it better than i dd.
Hope you and Mrs. Syd are keeping well. I have had a rough couple of months or so and am house bound for the time being. Regards J.D.
"Bin men here." Nothing and no-one about. Rang the front door bell, no one came, rang again, hammered on the door, everyone has a bin! pride insisted that bins must be found and emptied. Finally the door was unlocked and a large, recently arrived, Jamaican man appeared. "Wee'rs yer bin?" cried the bin man. "Arh's bin fo' a crap man." Replied the big fellow. "Where's yo' bin."
When i lived in Leeds years ago everything, including unwanted food, potato peelings ect. the bin was steel so the whole thing could be quite heavy.The dustbin men would come down the side of the house, pick up the bin onto their shoulders and take it out to the open cart. empty same and then bring it back.
Can't imagine that ever happening today.
Don't quite understand about the "Look in your Mailbox"
Tandems I remember as sometimes having a child seat over the back wheel with a young kid wrapped up in it and often with a flag flying on a metal rod to alert drivers. I've also seen them with a trailer for carrying tents etc for camping - talk about roughing it!
Bin men were pretty conscienscious back in time but I have heard that if they didn't get a Christmas tip you just might find your drive strewn with your last pile of rubbish the following week. I knew a young bloke who was a dustman and he said that they had 13 weeks per year allowed for time off due to having bad backs from carting the bins out without needing to have a note from their doctor. He also said that they all took the full thirteen weeks off. Can't say I blame them!
Split the kipper? Ahem - of course I remember the sheath knives Pamela but never saw that game being played. We used to see who could successfully stick a knife into the ground or a tree trunk which was sometimes a rather fraught situation depending on who was throwing the knife.
Who remembers BiffBats? They were made of plywood and shaped like a tennis racquet but much smaller and had a rubber cord stapled on to them with a sorbo rubber ball on the other end. The idea was to 'biff' the ball as hard as one could and keep on doing that for as long as you could. There was a certain cachet if you could vary the angle to do it horizontally or upwards as well as downwards and if you could do it in a circle you were almost regarded as a demi-god.
plus as most folks (our family anyway) only had the one pair of shoes/boots and to get them soaking wet would mean we would have to face Mother who not only had to find the money to pay for new shoes but also the Coupons to go with it. ......still happy days.