Over Christmas I had lunch with the wife's uncle, he's a well to do chap in his 80's, CBE, director of various companies etc. basically an all round decent bloke. Anyway we got chatting about his Navy days and he spun me the dit about his career. By virtue of the fact that his uncle was a Captain in the FAA he was lucky enough to do his National Service as a Naval Airman instead of a gopping pongo. After 6 weeks basic at Lee on Solent, he was posted to Yeovilton. From Yeovilton he was posted to HMS Vengeance and went on deployment. While onboard he was typically beasted and treated like shit, as all National Servicemen generally were. Being a crafty fucker and well educated, he managed to wangle a job as a clerk of some sort and perfected the tried and tested art of walking around the ship looking busy with a clipboard. Eventually it got to the stage where he was so good at this that he actually had fuck all to do and got really bored. One day while exploring the ship to stave off the boredom, he found a large pile of junk in the back of the hangar, that was left over from the war. Amongst the pile was a totally fucked American Jeep, he pulled it out and decided to use his time to restore it. Over the course of 6 months, he blagged favours from the stokers, chippies and pretty much every other person onboard to get the thing running and looking sweet. By the end of the deployment, the Jeep (with a variety of handmade bespoke parts) was gleaming and painted in RN blue with black wheels and white seat covers which were hand stitched by the sail maker. He even had hand painted ship's crests on it. So splendid was his Jeep, the Commodore saw it and decided to use it as his personal runabout and made my uncle in law, his personal driver. He received a chit which entitled him to requisition fuel on behalf of the Admiralty and was tasked with delivering the Jeep from Scotland to Culdrose. After a 5 day drive, he was made official driver for the unit and spent the rest of his National Service, cruising around in the Jeep, nicking fuel out of planes at various air stations, using his chit as authority. This was just after WW2 so few people could afford to run cars and fuel was strictly rationed. Having a vehicle at his disposal obviously made it much easier for him to trap and by all accounts a pretty banging time was had during those 18 months driving around the south coast. Eventually he was offered a commission on the condition that he signed on for another 3 years, having a decent job waiting for him with the family firm, he fucked the offer off and demobbed, but not without being first arrested by the reggies and investigated for stealing fuel and driving an unregistered and uninsured vehicle. Luckily the Commodore who signed his original fuel chit managed to fuck the reggies off and vouched for his good character and he got away with it, unfortunately they didn't let him keep the Jeep. Any of you old fuckers on here remember a ginger chockhead driving about Cornwall in a handpainted blue Jeep around 1947 or 8? Anyone know what happened to it? I assume it was registered and continued to be used as a runabout.