Old Wives Tales, Myths (true or otherwise)

One night at RAF Wattisham, I was fast asleep all warm and snuggley, when I was shaken awake by one of the section SNCO's telling me to put on my best blue uniform with my number one hat and telling to to "hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" I staggered out of bed dragged on my best blue and big hat, staggered outside where a black staff car was parked, the SNCO climbed in the passenger seat and I was told to get in and drive to the main gate where we are to meet a limo and escort it to the dispersal of one of the hangers. A Daimler limo pulled up at the main gate, the driver flashed his headlights and away we went at a stately 20 MPH, at the dispersal where there was a small passenger jet parked. I pulled to the side and stopped, curious to see who would get out of the limo, when out climbs Prince Charles. I somewhat annoyed, turned to the SNCO beside me and said, "You dragged me out of my nice warm bed at 3am for that pillock????"

I was not a happy bunny.:x
 
Oh, and the ghosts here usually don't make much of a fuzz, they are rarely seen, and only heard when there's some disturbance (party or extra guests) in the house, I prefer sleeping here with them in the house, rather than sleeping with the Missus of Wales... :p

You did gave it some thought, didn't you... sleeping with Charles consort... naughty, naughty... Oh well... we are entitled to be crazy sometime in our life, don't we.....
 
One night at RAF Wattisham, I was fast asleep all warm and snuggley, when I was shaken awake by one of the section SNCO's telling me to put on my best blue uniform with my number one hat and telling to to "hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!" I staggered out of bed dragged on my best blue and big hat, staggered outside where a black staff car was parked, the SNCO climbed in the passenger seat and I was told to get in and drive to the main gate where we are to meet a limo and escort it to the dispersal of one of the hangers. A Daimler limo pulled up at the main gate, the driver flashed his headlights and away we went at a stately 20 MPH, at the dispersal where there was a small passenger jet parked. I pulled to the side and stopped, curious to see who would get out of the limo, when out climbs Prince Charles. I somewhat annoyed, turned to the SNCO beside me and said, "You dragged me out of my nice warm bed at 3am for that pillock????"

I was not a happy bunny.:x

Not too fond of Charlie, are you, Opa Brit...:camo:
 
Back-pack = ruck-sack, whatever you call the pack regular grunts carry on their back, sailors are supposed to carry duffel-bags etc.

Oh, and the ghosts here usually don't make much of a fuzz, they are rarely seen, and only heard when there's some disturbance (party or extra guests) in the house, I prefer sleeping here with them in the house, rather than sleeping with the Missus of Wales... :p

I'd rather be poked in the eye with a sharp stick then wake up next to Camilla. Remind's me of, "I've never gone to bed with an ugly woman, but I've woken up with a few." I wonder if Charlie boy goes to bed every night pissed as a parrot?:drunkb: <------ "Wake up Charles, I need servicing," Charles replies, "Well contact your nearest Ford garage."

Not too fond of Charlie, are you, Opa Brit...:camo:

That's a bit of an understatement Viper.
 
Camilla is a lovely woman, her ex husband was in my old Regiment.
She is very chatty, and not at all stuck up.
Charlie is a Pratt though.
 
PTG is great, he is my favourite by miles.
He has sworn at me a couple of times back in the 80s, at the Windsor horse show.
Edward is a complete tool.
 
As I pulled in behind the car, I realised who it was when I saw CBFFI sat in the passenger seat so I made a discreet withdrawal. ;)
 
Thats getting pretty dark there Brit my mate.. Haha I for one think prince Charles is alright.

Well, to each his own, I suppose. Maybe we can have ol Charlie move to your place. Just beware, he might bring ol Camille with him... then you have a problem distinguishing which is the sheep and which is Charlie's wife...
 
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