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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2019 12:08:37 GMT
I also got a day knocked off for good behaviour. I got released on something like 21st December, at which stage there was only the rear party in barracks. All the duties had been allotted and my name hadn't been considered as I'd been otherwise engaged, so I was told to go home for the Christmas and New year block leave. To push my luck, I told the admin sgt I had no money, so he arranged an over the counter payment - I think it was something like a £100 - and issued me a train warrant. Gleaming! And off I went. At the end of January when the pay boys caught up with me, and took back the £100, and deducted the wages paid whilst in nick, and the cost of the train warrant, I was left with about £2 to survive February on. Fukcing dry month that was! I only thought of buying myself out once, at the 6-year point. When I enquired the cost they wanted something like $800. I'd signed for 9 so I thought I'd keep that money for beer and fags, and just leave at the end of my time. When that came about, I was a sgt in Germany on good money, and I never thought of leaving again. Smart move! Even though I went on to do and see some unbelievable stuff, I still regret my moment of petulence! How I got to go to Rhodesia is also unbelievable...fate/karma/whatever, call it what you want! I will of course tell all...but not today!  Ok ok, I know what's happening, you can't move on with your lives until you hear the rest of this story...you only had to ask you silly old boobies! So once again I was back in Blighty being nagged by my sister to get a job...the very reason I had joined the army in the first place! Being fit and mad, I decided I needed an adventurous sort of job, and took a stroll down to the local Fire Station, and had a chat with some of the guys there, and arranged for a proper interview a few weeks later. Just in case that went tits up though, I continued my search in the dole office for work...and to keep my sister off my back of course. This particular day, I did my usual thing of looking at the long lists of jobs I had no interest in because they paid shite wages, or the jobs which paid well but I wasn't qualified for. Having had enough of that I made a move for the door, but my eye was caught by a small rolled up paper. Crossing the room, I picked it up...it was a Rhodesian Army training pamphlet which contained all the addresses I needed! Of all the Gin Joints in all the world, it happened to be in mine! Not quite the end of the story...I heard that...there was still the Fire Brigade to think of, and jetting off to Africa was a big step back then. It was all taken out of my hands though when the Devon Fire Brigade went on strike! I wrote to the training office in Salisbury shortly afterwards and they paid for my ticket, which I picked up from my local travel agents! The moment I landed in Salisbury a rather pretty girl came up to me and took the return ticket off me! So there you have it, I landed in Salisbury with five pounds in my pocket, and the rest as they say...is history. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 9:27:48 GMT
Ok ok, I know what's happening, you can't move on with your lives until you hear the rest of this story...you only had to ask you silly old boobies! So once again I was back in Blighty being nagged by my sister to get a job...the very reason I had joined the army in the first place! Being fit and mad, I decided I needed an adventurous sort of job, and took a stroll down to the local Fire Station, and had a chat with some of the guys there, and arranged for a proper interview a few weeks later. Just in case that went tits up though, I continued my search in the dole office for work...and to keep my sister off my back of course. This particular day, I did my usual thing of looking at the long lists of jobs I had no interest in because they paid shite wages, or the jobs which paid well but I wasn't qualified for. Having had enough of that I made a move for the door, but my eye was caught by a small rolled up paper. Crossing the room, I picked it up...it was a Rhodesian Army training pamphlet which contained all the addresses I needed! Of all the Gin Joints in all the world, it happened to be in mine! Not quite the end of the story...I heard that...there was still the Fire Brigade to think of, and jetting off to Africa was a big step back then. It was all taken out of my hands though when the Devon Fire Brigade went on strike! I wrote to the training office in Salisbury shortly afterwards and they paid for my ticket, which I picked up from my local travel agents! The moment I landed in Salisbury a rather pretty girl came up to me and took the return ticket off me! So there you have it, I landed in Salisbury with five pounds in my pocket, and the rest as they say...is history. OK, Reg. But now we need the rest is history bit, and some dates. This must be a bit before 1980, when Harare was still called Salisbury. Difficult one that for two reasons, with you having a military background you are obviously interested, but I don't want to bore the pants off other members...although some might say I have been doing that for years! Secondly, the things that happened in Rhodesia made Bloody Sunday look like a Mormon Tea Part, and we know how Bloody Sunday upsets people! Initially, I went to a Commando (there were four) that used to wrack up the highest kill rate every bush trip (six weeks) of the four! I then went to a select (the reason it was select was because you had to be insane to do it, so there were less than ten people in it) Special Forces unit which was run by a true Psychopath! The Geneva Convention and Human Rights didn't exist where this guy was concerned, so can't say any more about that. He did though have a penchant for German guns and always carried a Luger! We heard that a German MG34 was being used by the baddies in a certain area, so off we went to try and find it, and we did find it because it shot the bloody shit out of us! We legged it after the baddies but couldn't catch them, which pissed of a certain person no end, so what happened next to the local populace you really don't want to know about! This guy did though, have two absolutely stunning daughters, and if we were operating in a certain area we would stay at his gaff. They would come and see us after having a shower in their towels, but no one said or did anything untoward while their father was there! A young guy once came to take one of the girls out for a drink. He knocked on the door and when it was opened he had a Luger pressed against his head and told what would happen (and it would have happened) if his daughter was touched...never saw the young guy again! So there you have it, an abridged version on my Rhodesian tour...I hope it didn't bore too many people! |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2019 9:42:34 GMT
OK, Reg. But now we need the rest is history bit, and some dates. This must be a bit before 1980, when Harare was still called Salisbury. Difficult one that for two reasons, with you having a military background you are obviously interested, but I don't want to bore the pants off other members...although some might say I have been doing that for years! Secondly, the things that happened in Rhodesia made Bloody Sunday look like a Mormon Tea Part, and we know how Bloody Sunday upsets people! Initially, I went to a Commando (there were four) that used to wrack up the highest kill rate every bush trip (six weeks) of the four! I then went to a select (the reason it was select was because you had to be insane to do it, so there were less than ten people in it) Special Forces unit which was run by a true Psychopath! The Geneva Convention and Human Rights didn't exist where this guy was concerned, so can't say any more about that. He did though have a penchant for German guns and always carried a Luger! We heard that a German MG34 was being used by the baddies in a certain area, so off we went to try and find it, and we did find it because it shot the bloody shit out of us! We legged it after the baddies but couldn't catch them, which pissed of a certain person no end, so what happened next to the local populace you really don't want to know about! This guy did though, have two absolutely stunning daughters, and if we were operating in a certain area we would stay at his gaff. They would come and see us after having a shower in their towels, but no one said or did anything untoward while their father was there! A young guy once came to take one of the girls out for a drink. He knocked on the door and when it was opened he had a Luger pressed against his head and told what would happen (and it would have happened) if his daughter was touched...never saw the young guy again! So there you have it, an abridged version on my Rhodesian tour...I hope it didn't bore too many people! Oh, forgot to say, I was kicked out of the Commando unit for dancing with a Black girl in the foyer of a certain hotel on New Years Eve 1978. So if a racist came up and bit me on the arse, I would know they were racist!  |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2019 8:16:27 GMT
Oh, forgot to say, I was kicked out of the Commando unit for dancing with a Black girl in the foyer of a certain hotel on New Years Eve 1978. So if a racist came up and bit me on the arse, I would know they were racist! That reminded me of being in the New Florida night club in Nairobi in 1981. It was quite early into my year-long tour. The local girls were always hanging around us, cos in those days were fit and well-toned, and had money of course. That night a girl called Mary, who went on to become my girl for the rest of my tour, dragged me out on the dance floor for a couples dance competition. I wasn't a bad mover in those days and hilariously we ended up winning the whole thing! The prize was 200 Kenya shillings (about a tenner UK, but which was a lot when you consider a bottle of Kenyan Tusker beer was only about 4 shillings) and a bottle of 'champagne'. We had quite a night after that, I can tell you, but when I finally came around the next day, there wasn't a penny in my pockets! I actually went quite 'native' in my time there, and started looking into joining the GSU, as a way to stay in Nairobi. At that stage my CO realised what was happening and had me posted back to UK, before it went too far. He probably did me a favour, but I didn't think like that at the time! Nothing wrong with keeping in the locals...I mean keeping in with the locals!  |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2019 11:51:02 GMT
I see that the Banksy picture of Parliament sold for nearly 10 million quid...if only we could replace the present incumbents of Parliament with those in the picture!  Although, that's what Banksy was obviously trying to say in the first place! Attachments:
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2019 8:37:44 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2019 8:32:35 GMT
 Nice to see the police have found a peaceful way to remove the Extinction Rebellion lot (or Tossers as they're known) from the streets of London. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2019 14:24:23 GMT
I seem to remember someone saying they thought this thread was a load of balls, so in order to make said person happy...now it is! Picture taken today from my back garden of a Mule, which is cross between a Blue Faced Leicester and a Swaledale. Not a very pretty sheep, so don't bother bringing your wellies if you decide to come up!   |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2019 8:53:38 GMT
www.msn.com/en-gb/news/uknews/furious-commuters-drag-extinction-rebellion-protester-from-top-of-tube/ar-AAIUIEH?ocid=spartandhp As the Old Bill do sod all as usual, good to see the normal people sorting it out! The latest 'Luvvie' to join the Vegan and Save the Planet ranks is Lewis Hamilton. He put on this sad face and said, 'Oh what can I do to save this planet?' To which some wit replied, 'You can stop driving round in pointless circles in your gas-guzzling car every weekend, and stop flying in your private jet every week to get to these gas-guzzling venues!' I might have mentioned before, that I once went to one of these gas-guzzling affairs in South Africa (Kyalami) and it bored the pants off me. Fortunately, I was working there so at least got paid for it. Nigel Mansel led from start to finish and it was so...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz 
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2019 9:06:01 GMT
www.msn.com/en-gb/news/uknews/furious-commuters-drag-extinction-rebellion-protester-from-top-of-tube/ar-AAIUIEH?ocid=spartandhp As the Old Bill do sod all as usual, good to see the normal people sorting it out! The latest 'Luvvie' to join the Vegan and Save the Planet ranks is Lewis Hamilton. He put on this sad face and said, 'Oh what can I do to save this planet?' To which some wit replied, 'You can stop driving round in pointless circles in your gas-guzzling car every weekend, and stop flying in your private jet every week to get to these gas-guzzling venues!' I might have mentioned before, that I once went to one of these gas-guzzling affairs in South Africa (Kyalami) and it bored the pants off me. Fortunately, I was working there so at least got paid for it. Nigel Mansel led from start to finish and it was so...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz The only surprising thing to me about this is that it has taken this long for Londoners to take the law into their own hands. I don't understand how it can be lawful to continually obstruct people from going about their daily business, and quite possibly place some of them in financial hardship, as a result. Quite how alienating the people whose support you're trying to get will work, has never made sense to me. The government should also be stopping their job seeker's allowance, because if they're glued to a train or spending the day hundreds of miles from where they live, they're not available for work are they? I see that F1 is trying to get Miami to agree to a race being established in the city. There is considerable opposition to it, not least because of the disruption to traffic and businesses that it would cause. F1 has replied by saying that F1 coming to town creates an 'economic juggernaut'. The thing that weakens that argument is that Miami is already an economic juggernaut, and already holds lots of conventions and shows that don't disrupt traffic and do enhance businesses in the city. I used to like watching F1, albeit only on the TV, but I stopped years ago as it became ever more bland and boring. The local police chief said, that trained officers should have been called to sort the problem out. The problem with that being, it would have taken them 3 hours to get there, 7 hours to do a Risk Assessment, then their shift would have ended and they would have gone to the nearest pub! Much better to grab the Bastard off the train roof, give him a good kicking, and move on! I do like some of this extinction lot placards though, especially the one that says there is no Planet B! If they didn't spend their lives gluing themselves to everything, they might have the time to realise there is no Planet A* either! *It's a Buddhist thing. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2019 9:30:51 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2019 9:11:28 GMT
This Gretna person has the perfect face for the job...all bitter and twisted!  |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2019 10:54:53 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2019 18:02:07 GMT
I watched a clip of an American woman ( at least I think it was a woman ) who lived with two other so-called women, and somehow they had a child (four years old) living with them! This unfortunate being (the child), they called a 'Maybe!' You only had to look at the mother (she wanted a 'Maybe') and know that the poor child would have been more than happy growing up normally. Of course no one can say anything for fear of upsetting the PC Brigade!  |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2019 18:16:26 GMT
A moral test for you.... This test only has one question, but it's a very important one. By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally. The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous. Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line. THE SITUATION You are in England, York to be specific. There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. This is a flood of biblical proportions. You are a photo-journalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of this epic disaster. You're trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses underwater and people swirling around you, some disappearing into the water. Nature is unleashing all its destructive fury. The situation is nearly hopeless. THE TEST Suddenly, you see a man in the water. He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris. You move closer... Somehow, the man looks familiar... You suddenly realise who it is. It's Jeremy Corbyn. You notice that the raging waters are about to take him under forever. You have two options: You can save the life of Jeremy Corbyn, or you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize-winning photo, documenting the death of one of the country's most well known men. THE QUESTION Here's the question, and please give an honest answer: Would you select high contrast colour, or would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white ? Easy answer for me, because as I've mentioned before...I see everything in Black and white! Being a Buddhist though, I would take my foot off his head just before he drowned! |
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