johnnybach
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Yeah - Yeah! Warm feet eh? - there's lovely - look you! I think you are the smart guys, where there is another option available from the usual every-day grind.
In fairness, for the first (say) ten years or so - I loved it. I really felt that I was a soldier (though many in the PBI would argue that swanning around in a Rover - chatting gobblydygook on a radio was not really soldiering). Then, as you drift towards your thirties - it starts to get a bit "not that old stuff - again". Now THAT would be a perfect time to rotate to Butlins!
Please take it all with a pinch of salt old fruit!
I will tell you some tales - one day - of the time the Royal Signals took a turn at providing the Guard at some of the better London addresses. Not that I did it, mind you, - too short. We were told that everyone was considered - but it didn't take a genius to work out that anyone under five-foot-ten didn't seem to "get lucky". Still, swanning about London in a Rover (again) was okay - sending more gobbledygook over the air waves - and parking on double-yellows whilst doing it was fun too. We could also run the engine with the heater going full blast "to keep the batteries charged, so the radio doesn't fail you know Constable". We even had a police escort - hillarious! "Just pulling over here Constable - to get some chips!"%^V
I'm sure that too much ceremonial could probably take its toll as well - so am quietly rather pleased that you and your mates (appear to) have enjoyed it. Jokes aside, the uniforms and pageantry - for me - are the things that I enjoy so much with this TS hobby. If I didn't - I wouldn't do it. And as for the leg-pulling - well - that's the Army aint it?
Now, where's them dog biscuits - breakfast time! Old habits die hard. johnnybach^&grin
In fairness, for the first (say) ten years or so - I loved it. I really felt that I was a soldier (though many in the PBI would argue that swanning around in a Rover - chatting gobblydygook on a radio was not really soldiering). Then, as you drift towards your thirties - it starts to get a bit "not that old stuff - again". Now THAT would be a perfect time to rotate to Butlins!
Please take it all with a pinch of salt old fruit!
I will tell you some tales - one day - of the time the Royal Signals took a turn at providing the Guard at some of the better London addresses. Not that I did it, mind you, - too short. We were told that everyone was considered - but it didn't take a genius to work out that anyone under five-foot-ten didn't seem to "get lucky". Still, swanning about London in a Rover (again) was okay - sending more gobbledygook over the air waves - and parking on double-yellows whilst doing it was fun too. We could also run the engine with the heater going full blast "to keep the batteries charged, so the radio doesn't fail you know Constable". We even had a police escort - hillarious! "Just pulling over here Constable - to get some chips!"%^V
I'm sure that too much ceremonial could probably take its toll as well - so am quietly rather pleased that you and your mates (appear to) have enjoyed it. Jokes aside, the uniforms and pageantry - for me - are the things that I enjoy so much with this TS hobby. If I didn't - I wouldn't do it. And as for the leg-pulling - well - that's the Army aint it?
Now, where's them dog biscuits - breakfast time! Old habits die hard. johnnybach^&grin