Having a chat with me old mucker Ballistic today and the 'would you do the same again' thing came into the conversation - between 'I'd do the barmaid' and 'No it's not - it's your ******* round'. He would because he likes things that go bang as they make his eyes glaze over. Little puddles form under his legs at the very mention of NGS. Oddly, the same doesn't happen to me when it comes to memories of saying 'sorry, we're closed' or 'nothing to do with me, you'll have to phone the tax man'. Girl's job which they dragged me into because I could read and write - I believed I could still tie knots, swashbuckle and bayonet baddies and things, but it wasn't to be. Yo-ho-ho. Anyhoo - obviously I wouldn't join again in my former branch, my attempt at joining 'shh-you know who' failed in the early 80s, so I stuck with it for 25 years. In the highly unlikely event that I did join it would certainly be as an MA - my current employment seems to suggest that I have more of a leaning to such work than sat on my fat one making excuses. Though too late I now dream of being a paramedic. Anyway - I assume I'm pretty much alone in this as most seem to love their former trades. Tell us.