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Meks mi feel owder than I am listenin to the experiences of younger blokes like "Spud". Minibus from Aldershot Station to Depot, bit different from my experience. pick thi warrant up from the Shreffield recruitin office, then mek thi way ta Waterloo at londonistan, met another geezer from Sheffield on the Choo Choo who wuz joinin the RE went on the piss at Waterloo Station Bar n consequently after findin mi way up to Maida arrivin later than required, in fer a massive round o fukks. then run round like a blue arsed fly to collect kit, then beddin store. Barber ad fukked off so ordered to get barnet cut for inspection at daft o clock fer mornin muster. Thought "Fukk It!" al cut it mesen wi mi Phillishave, looked oreight ta me after light trim, sideburns looked neat anyway. Muster Parade another round o fukks follered by punch ta the back o the crust follered by bein marched at the double ta the Depot barber. Repeat performance fer the first 6 days, constant nut ache n moor hair on a fukkin goosberry. Things Can Only Get Berrer! 😆 

I was met along with several others at Aldershot station by Steve 'The Braboon' Brabham R.I.P., the most frightening creature I'd ever seen in my tender 16 yrs, who screamed at us to get on the Bedford and drove us up to Depot. We were lined up on Balloon Square in the middle of Browning Barracks and told to drop our cases and double twice around the NAAFI\cookhouse. Arriving gasping back on the square to much screaming from the staff I thought 'What the f.ck have I got involved in here?' If only I'd known!!! 🤔 

🤣 🤣 🤣 Funny reading all that, at the time you think your world has dissolved! but later you learn that it was all designed to turf out the wankers! The old quick change parades and room inspection were designed to really find the gungy twats members of the great unwashed, of which we have all come across in our time!

Great memories Pat. I remember much of the Joint going thru demolition and Browning a building site.Battalion lines(Montgomery) almost brand spankers and looking just like Norfolk Park housing estate in Sheffield. First purchase at the NAAFI shop on middle hill, a fukkin electric iron! and central heating a cast iron victorian fireplace, coal from the coal store just below the cookhouse subjected to numerous clandestine raids! 😏 

The smell comes back to straight away even talking about it getting the room ready for inspection mixture of orange polish, window cleaner, Boot polish, Brasso. what a mixture eh?

Unbelievable the shine we got on those floors with the orange stuff, a bumper, and a bit of blanket, after which the staff would stomp in to inspect and ruin our efforts. I just resigned myself to going outside to pick up the contents of my locker on a daily basis. All good character building stuff! 🤗 

Like thi mug flyin thru the block windda cos it ad gorra airline crack in it n thi bed block dint look az neat az a licorice allsoort! 🙄 

Remember standing in the queue at the cookhouse and the duty NCO inspecting your KFS and mug. Any mug not deemed presentable was smashed on the spot. That meant buying a new one which at the time was a princely 1/6d not to be laughed at in those days.

One n a tanner dunt sound much now but back then valuable beer ackers outa a tenner a week"! ☹ 

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It was the price of a haircut as well Dave, couldn't afford to lose it mate. doesn't sound much in this day and age but it was a chunk out of your pay in them days!

To this day, i still convert prices to £. s. d.  My S&D always ask me what's thirty bob, when i whinge about the price of a bun or something.

Remember the days when tha cud gerrin ta a footy match fer one n a tanner. These days around 50 ackers ta wetch a poor excuse fer wot used ta be "A Mans Game" twats rollin around on the floor wi a dislocated eye lash! No fukkin wonder tash av joined in!

You could get pissed if you had a 10 Bob note, except double Diamond all it did with me is make me piss everywhere! 🤣