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paybobsquarepants

Lantern Swinger
Colchester - I know a killick who went there and outside. 4 months at CM - served 3 months (no 50% off for good behaviour). Very much like part One basic training. Double march around everywhere, but typical army - lots of ciggie breaks and teaboats. One petty officer as RN component - to stop him pulling the wool over the Provosts eyes he said.
Short hair cut and army ovies as uniform.
A lot of shouting and trying not to laugh as the pongoes voicesbroke in mid scream.
Most of the army lads were in for drugs and awol.
A lot of mindless tasks but option for re-training in DIY, painting or the pig farm - it was suppsoedly great at the pigfarm. Resettlement training - cvs, jobfinding, applications etc.
Bad parts - no clocks or watches allowed, all mail in and out censored.
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November 1981 got 90 days in Colchester & then chucked outside. Two reggies drove me from London to Colchester. When they picked me up they asked if i was going to cause them any hassle & I said yes if you treat me like a ****. They gave me fags & cups of coffee while telling me how bad Colchester was & they were glad they weren't in my shoes. Arrived at colchester D wing & was met by my jailors for the next 90 days, not one was under 60. Colchester MP had an A wing & a D wing. A wing was for the Army, RAF & Royal marines who had got themselves in the shit but they were staying in the service after they had done there time. D Wing was for all the services and every one was geting kicked outside. There was approx 50 inmates in D wing and we all lived in nisan huts 8 to each hut. There was only 8 sailors all were in for violence 20 RAF & 30 Army. The time i spent in colchester was 59 days got 30 days off for good behavior then another day of as my release date was on a sunday & they dont release inmates on Sunday so i went on the saturday. It was a bummer being kicked out of the navy but with hindsight it was the funniest time i had in the service. It was quickly clear to me that our jailors were not interested in discipline as there was no point as we were going outside so it was a very relaxed regime. The other inmates from the other services were just a bunch of idiots who were no use to man or beast. one guy was being kicked out of the army coz he bounced a number of cheques at the Naffi, he was so thick you could see that this was just an exscuse to get rid of him. The others were not much better. As us sailors were the minority we had to keep our guard up as the others tried to have a pop at us and wanted to show us they were top dog. we made it clear to all on comers that we were in for violence and we were happy to share this with any one who got to close. Within a week us sailors ran the whole joint and eveyone was wary of us and kept there distance. They gave us jobs such us carrying the stores to the kitchen, the fools us matelots would nick crates of beer and grub and bury it in the snow to retrieve at a later date. i was there over xmas and we hid 4 crates of beer in the snow & no one noticed we recoverd them a few days later & got obsolutely hammered. The next morning all with hangovers told the staff we couldnt go to work as we had all been struck down with a sickness bug and we were confined to our hut for 24 hours incase we infected the whole camp. We laid in bed laughing our cocks off at the silly bastards. Colchester was an absoluite doddle, all the rumours you heard of how bad it was was bullshit. It was Butlins run by pensioners. d Wing had no walls to keep us in so we could escape at any time. So we were told if we wanted to do a runner we could but remember when we were finally caught we would only have to do the full strech so no one went awol. There was a jack dusty in Colchester with me an ex pompey Field gunner, Smudge who was doing 2 yrs the poor bastard for glassing his chief. He would go out to colchester twon cebtre every saturday night and get pissed & all night in but made sure he was back by 7am when they checked the numberes, This all true.
 
28 days in DQ,s 1979. We were in refit in pompey and lived at Nelson so while i was on holiday my ships mates would shout to me acros the wall to see if i was coming tothe weekly disco bastard.
 

WreckerL

War Hero
Super Moderator
28 days in DQ,s 1979. We were in refit in pompey and lived at Nelson so while i was on holiday my ships mates would shout to me acros the wall to see if i was coming tothe weekly disco bastard.
You are Nailz and I claim the £5.

It would appear you were no loss to the mob.
 

stiggie

Newbie
3 stints in 2x 28 and 60 as a junior, cant say i enjoyed the experiance, was the youngest lad to enter the place in a long while, spent some time in the "naughty boys cell" on a couple of occassions, cant remember what for, but sure it was for talking out of turn, wooden bed with wooden pillow, very cold, double door cell. will always remember the run in the morning, no matter what weather, and the fastest runner wore the "yellow shirt" and was expected to keep it or loose remission for lack of effort, if you were good you were allowed a couple of fags or some boiled sweets, most of the day was spent cleaning, if not your cell then the other parts of the complex, i was lucky enough to get a the job of cleaning the offices, had a 2 and a half ringer who always left his blue liners laying around and coupled with the matches left in the church by the pardre gave me the odd extra puff, never did get caught. the staff in dq's could be a real pain if they arrived in a bad mood,can remember a RM colour sgt and another known by most as the "screeming skull", those two always seemed to have a bad couple of hours before they came to work, the cell inspections were a nightmare, lino floors, used to get your beret and wipe the floor with it and look for dust, and their was always dust no matter how often you cleaned it, more lost remission. uniform folded kit and bedding, and the wash rooms were full of old butler sinks that were used for everything including a bath, the good old days!!!!!!!
 

fenwood

Newbie
Tufty, I served in The RN from '64 until '73. What brought me to DQs in early '72 for 42 days, was the misfortune at being drafted to the Blake April 1st 1968 !!!. There was snow on the bottom plates in "A" boiler room. She was a pigs orphan of a ship. I wont go into all the s... I and others had to put up with, but needless to say, when the opportunity arose, I jumped in Sydney '70. I lived in Melbourne and New Zealand for two years. then decided to give myself up. Journied to Auckland and HMNZS Philomel. I arrived in the forenoon on Friday. The crusher was not very pleased...told me to come back Monday, other wise everyone's weekend would be stuffed up. I explained that I had no where to stay and no money. Which wasn't quite true because I had a wad in my pocket. He organised a room, took me for a pay advance and put me in for mismusters. The Kiwis still drew their tot. Notice I said room...I was in a two man room. I went for mismusters that night then steamed ashore with a few Sick Bay Tiffs. I met a Wren nurse and we got on very well. I was duty watch Saturday but snuck ashore with her. On Monday I put in two Request form, one to transfer to the Kiwi Navy and the other to live ashore with the WRNS. I fronted the skipper of Philomel who stated that he was waiting for confirmation from Singas about my surrender but would not hold me in cells but work part of ship.Anyway to cut a long story short the RN wanted me back. The Kiwis did their best to hold me but I was put on a flight to Singas. I was one of the last in cells there before we handed everything over. I was "awarded 42 days detention" and if memory recalls, 152 pound crown debt for the airfare from NZ.
Anyway I hung around Terror for a few days as a MUP, but used to go to the canteen. Nobody cared as long as I showed up for musters. Anyway one morning some poor sod was taken off the bus and i was slotted into his place and flew back to Brize Norton. There the RAF Police picked me up and took me to their cells. I was allowed to room frere int the area but as soon as the Crushers turned up to escort me, everything changed. The RAF Pol, would say they were treating me okay because where I was going was hell on earth. I wasn't feeling too cocky then. Actually the Crushers weren't that bad except they threw me all over the paddy van with their driving...very funny.
I arrived at DQs and it was on for young and old. No swimming parties when I was there. The night staff were good. The day staff were fair. You wore coloured brassards on the front of your money belt and than showed where you were in relation to how long you had been their. I believe we were call Class...and number of the week of the year you joined. As you progressed your class moved forward en block on parade. So eventually the class at the front of the parade was the next class to leave. So as you progressed you were expected to be like a guardsman. You were never shown the routine. We used .303s for weapons drill, at the double...in fact everything was at the double. NO TALKING to each other. No orders given when at weapons drill. Dhoby dust was just being introduced as a concession to making life easier. We used to use the old pussers hard.
I remember that our boots were spittied so brilliant that we would nearly cry when we would first go parade and strip to the waist and charge round the assault course, no grass just concrete, trying to keep your boots clean, ha,ha. Then get screamed at for dirty boots, etc. Course the longer you had been in you were expected to be the first in everything. Anyway I have taken up too much space. I wont even mention the task you were given everyday regardless if you had,nt finished the previous days one. Platting quoir rope was no joke, fingers bleeding. But it wasn,t brutal. Just close your mind and do as you were screamed at. I was certainly fit when I came out...with remission. And off course the haircut was a dead give away when you got out.
All the best'
Tony (Stokes)
 

Stirling

Banned
Tufty, I served in The RN from '64 until '73. What brought me to DQs in early '72 for 42 days, was the misfortune at being drafted to the Blake April 1st 1968 !!!. There was snow on the bottom plates in "A" boiler room. She was a pigs orphan of a ship. I wont go into all the s... I and others had to put up with, but needless to say, when the opportunity arose, I jumped in Sydney '70. I lived in Melbourne and New Zealand for two years. then decided to give myself up. Journied to Auckland and HMNZS Philomel. I arrived in the forenoon on Friday. The crusher was not very pleased...told me to come back Monday, other wise everyone's weekend would be stuffed up. I explained that I had no where to stay and no money. Which wasn't quite true because I had a wad in my pocket. He organised a room, took me for a pay advance and put me in for mismusters. The Kiwis still drew their tot. Notice I said room...I was in a two man room. I went for mismusters that night then steamed ashore with a few Sick Bay Tiffs. I met a Wren nurse and we got on very well. I was duty watch Saturday but snuck ashore with her. On Monday I put in two Request form, one to transfer to the Kiwi Navy and the other to live ashore with the WRNS. I fronted the skipper of Philomel who stated that he was waiting for confirmation from Singas about my surrender but would not hold me in cells but work part of ship.Anyway to cut a long story short the RN wanted me back. The Kiwis did their best to hold me but I was put on a flight to Singas. I was one of the last in cells there before we handed everything over. I was "awarded 42 days detention" and if memory recalls, 152 pound crown debt for the airfare from NZ.
Anyway I hung around Terror for a few days as a MUP, but used to go to the canteen. Nobody cared as long as I showed up for musters. Anyway one morning some poor sod was taken off the bus and i was slotted into his place and flew back to Brize Norton. There the RAF Police picked me up and took me to their cells. I was allowed to room frere int the area but as soon as the Crushers turned up to escort me, everything changed. The RAF Pol, would say they were treating me okay because where I was going was hell on earth. I wasn't feeling too cocky then. Actually the Crushers weren't that bad except they threw me all over the paddy van with their driving...very funny.
I arrived at DQs and it was on for young and old. No swimming parties when I was there. The night staff were good. The day staff were fair. You wore coloured brassards on the front of your money belt and than showed where you were in relation to how long you had been their. I believe we were call Class...and number of the week of the year you joined. As you progressed your class moved forward en block on parade. So eventually the class at the front of the parade was the next class to leave. So as you progressed you were expected to be like a guardsman. You were never shown the routine. We used .303s for weapons drill, at the double...in fact everything was at the double. NO TALKING to each other. No orders given when at weapons drill. Dhoby dust was just being introduced as a concession to making life easier. We used to use the old pussers hard.
I remember that our boots were spittied so brilliant that we would nearly cry when we would first go parade and strip to the waist and charge round the assault course, no grass just concrete, trying to keep your boots clean, ha,ha. Then get screamed at for dirty boots, etc. Course the longer you had been in you were expected to be the first in everything. Anyway I have taken up too much space. I wont even mention the task you were given everyday regardless if you had,nt finished the previous days one. Platting quoir rope was no joke, fingers bleeding. But it wasn,t brutal. Just close your mind and do as you were screamed at. I was certainly fit when I came out...with remission. And off course the haircut was a dead give away when you got out.
All the best'
Tony (Stokes)
I have heard this tale before, owz yer bum fer spots Slinger.
 

fenwood

Newbie
But the question is ... do you go back to the Kiwi Wren?????????????
MG Maniac, there in is another disreputable tale. I wrote to her while I was inside, figuring that the "powers that be" would be censoring my mail. I had applied initially to be discharged on station, in Singas... So I thought I would try to get out by writing love letters to her and requested to join the RNZN because my intended financier...oops sorry, fiance was in NZ. I would say all this in the letters and they would see my intentions were true and allow my discharge. I was even informed that this could happen. On the day of discharge from DQs I firmly believed I was going to NZ. Instead of that I was driven into the dockyard to the Fife in dry-dock I had no idea I was still in. I was informed that the Navy needed men who showed initiative as I had shown...I had good jobs, etc. on the run. Anyway my Wren Nurse thought everything was for real and got out the navy and duly arrived in the UK. My brother-in-law and I picked her up at the Airport and wow had she changed...Let us leave it at that. Let me just say I was not a gentleman and leave it at that too. The Fife did a workup (sheesh!! every ship I was in did a workup at Portland) anyway we spent a lot of time away, down the Med, etc, so things cooled quickly and I never saw her again.
By the way I read the Red Sailor, years ago, I was in a single cell, not multiple. maybe that's how it was then.
Stirling, Stirling? I knew a Stirling on the Fife. And by the way, my spotty arse has cleared up thank you, young man. The Doc said it wasn't contagious.
Tony (Slinger)
 
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Probably one of the best dits I have read on here, fenwood.

Quality stuff.

Levers
 

Sharkey

Banned
Bod I knew used to lick his fag before lighting up, said it was a habit he picked up in DQs cos they only got one a day and wetting it made it last longer, dit?
 

Stirling

Banned
Bod I knew used to lick his fag before lighting up, said it was a habit he picked up in DQs cos they only got one a day and wetting it made it last longer, dit?
We got 2 when I did a stretch in 74 but none for the first 2 days of sentence.
 

molgogger

Midshipman
I did 28 days in '68 for going Extended LWE while under open arrest while at HMS Cambridge. My old man (ex Crab Sgt) locked me in the bedroom and called police "to collect a deserter"
While awaiting my 'case' to be heard, I was remanded to cells in Drake. I had to wear No. 6's (full whites) with 'CELLS' printed on the back. While there I found some old Reggies notebooks in a cell used as a storeroom, and took them in my cell to read. Great notes :) obviously at a time when rig had to be worn ashore.
"Assaulted by MEM ...... O/No.......... in Union St who punched me in the face and said 'You bastards are never around when you are needed'
"Called to Agnes Weston's Royal Sailors Rest Albert Rd, after a report from the Manager that 2 ratings were sharing a single cabin. The Manager unlocked the door, the bedclothes were pulled back - there was no sign of any errections. MEM ...... O/No........... said 'It's not what you think' - Both ratings handed over to OOD HMS Drake"
Another entry referred to 2 submariners who had stolen a bus in Dartmouth, and were using it to drop their oppos off at the watering hole of their choice. Happy Days !!!
Anyway I was found guilty and taken to a cafe in Bridport by the Deveonport reggies and hancuffed in there until handed over to Pompey reggies. One night in Reccess in Nelson (or was it Victory Barracks then) then to DQ's shitting bricks. life was as per several other posts for late 60's (a few months later it was debated in Parliament which too late for me, made things a lot more easier after that) One correction though - On sundays when we could have a (thin) library book we had to put our horsehair hammock mattresses outside the cell (sorry room) and had to lie on the wooden boards of the bed and 4"x4" piece of wood that was the pillow. as I had been in cells in Drake and earned remission (I was a star prisoner) I only served 19 days. I cried every day, and was passed for my hook within 4 months of coming out. Left RN in '73 and joined RNR for 18 yrs ending up as a CPOMW. In 2010 aged 60yrs 9 months joined the RFA at Raleigh (last time I was in training there we hadn't won the world cup) Anyway still in RFA & seeing the world at the taxpayers expense (Seychelles & Mumbai a few months ago) the RFA will be my last job, so I suppose DQ's did me a favour.
 

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