Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Working His Ticket

April 15, 2010 by  
Filed under Memoirs

The amusing story of a Guardsman who beat the system and convinced the shrinks he was unfit for military service. The talk in the Nisson Hut turned, as always, from sex to the absolute bloody awful life of the British Soldier and then inevitably to the schemes for “working your ticket”, i.e. being thrown out […]

The Missing Dinner Plates

April 15, 2010 by  
Filed under Memoirs

When moving from one camp to another, the awful business of handing over a complete inventory of all camp equipment to the incoming quartermaster became a nightmare. Any shortages would have to be paid for by the outgoing soldiers. Everything had to be laid out in its correct order, counted and signed for in the […]

To Bribe A Policeman

April 15, 2010 by  
Filed under Prose

London was seething with excitement, crowds filled the pavements and open spaces, all determined to have an enjoyable time. Policemen, all on long spells of duty, laughed and joked with everyone, answering impossible questions, especially from the visitors from abroad. Accents of all nationalities seemed to flow past, just as if you were taking a […]

The Army Knows Best

April 15, 2010 by  
Filed under Prose

Whilst stationed in Gibraltar, I decided that marching was not really the way my career in the Army should be directed. I would be much better off in the Motor Transport section – riding was preferable to walking. One day a notice appeared stating that corporals were required for transfer to other duties, any one […]

Poacher Bill, A Wheel Barrow and a Wedding.

April 15, 2010 by  
Filed under Prose

These things seem unconnected yet they sort of happened at about the same time, as always with Bill things sort of happened. Working in my garden one sunny afternoon the old Landrover chugged up, and with what sounded like a big sigh of relief the chugging stopped, and a cheery voice asked ” What you […]

Poacher Bill

April 15, 2010 by  
Filed under Prose

Old Bill a Cotswold man, born and bred to country ways, lived in a beautiful little hamlet, not far from Burford the gateway to the Cotswolds. He lived in a little cottage with a charming old world front garden, which his wife tended creating a glorious mix of brilliant coloured flowers. Bill’s domain was the […]

Management

April 15, 2010 by  
Filed under Prose

I recently received a story from my Grandson – he works at one of Britain’s most famous Universities, which perhaps sheds light on what some students are studying. This is in fact one of the many E mail jokes, which appear to escape from Universities. A man in a hot air baloon realised he was […]

It’s Not That I Don’t Like Cats…

April 14, 2010 by  
Filed under Prose

It’s more like, well cats not liking me. I do like them and if they would just tolerate me, I would love to do the same for them. Having said that I suppose cat lovers everywhere will be yelling for my blood! First please allow me to put my thoughts and fears into some sort […]

What Next?

April 14, 2010 by  
Filed under Poetry

Yesterday. So. Today. So, So. Tomorrow. Woweeeeee!

Valentine 1 and 2 and out

April 14, 2010 by  
Filed under Poetry

Vasectomy, Abortive Levy Enacting, Notwithstanding, Transfusing, Infibulating, Nooky. Exiguous. Vivacious, Adorable Lady, Exciting, Nubile, Tentacles Intertwined, Now and Ever. I can’t believe I have added this!

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