RAF child and you call yourself a Pad brat■■? That’s Army talk, you were a Scaley Brat I’ll have you know!
That looks like a crab brat to me, a scaley brat would be someone with a parent in the Royal Signals. (edited to add, ignore me, that’ll teach me not to jump in without reading the full topic! )
wirralpete:
Queens Royal Lancers Sept 2000- June 2011
was attached to QRL’S quite a bit, being arty op. even doing tne the cyprus tour with them in 2000/2001 trying to remember the RSM who was A sqn SSM around 96/97. didnt like the arty boys, in fact the ■■■■■■ left me for dead on excercise in canada, buggered off and left me on my on on the prarie for 24 hours until the regtimantal doctor turned up and pronounced me dead…good job we was only on tesex, was shot by a black watch guy in the foot!..
Tony stirling otherwise known as tango ring a bell?
Although I left the army in 89,I’ve delivered to a few army camps since then,Whittington barracks in Lichfield,and Tidworth spring to mind.Although I’m now 56 years old,and left as a Sergeant,I still get twitchy when I hear N.C.O’s balling out commands…I’m always expecting to get a b********g for driving/parking in the wrong place I’m sure I’ve been physcologically damaged in some way
Revelling in Pig’s Bars & bops.
Wedging in late breakfasts, ‘seconds’, five puddings, etc.
At Shaffi’s.
In the Stinky Block.
Conniving excuses.
Ironing (rare).
‘Collecting’ stuff from Stores (incl’ malingering behind the BFPO 808 Blanco Store).
Living at BFPO’s 1, 47, 10, 35.
In T-Bars.
Scamming larks in SHQ’s & other ‘networking’.
Asleep in the tail-cone & supervising wet paint.
Hiding/Fixing stripped down motorbikes.
‘Just a trim’ in the Station Barbers.
Pi**ing-for-a-pound.
Apologising.
Getting smart (?) in the Tailor’s Shop.
Skiing, sailing, walking, running and other war dodging diversions.
Collecting medals.
Getting tablets/better in the Med’ Centre.
From best to worst: On leave, on stand-down, on early lunch, on detachment, on the carpet, on domestic evening & on jankers.