I was chatting to an oppo of mine today and he reminded me of what must have been the messiest tour of my life. For those who have never been there, the Falklands was the gift that forever gave. I've spun the odd dit on here on some of my antics there, but i was reminded of the time when four of us employed a "No Toilet" rule one evening and spent the night going from bar to bar, pissing our trousers just because. Karaoke in Deanos where i would get up, destroy a series of songs, and win a bottle of Cinzano for my efforts. The night where me an my oppo pulled two local girls that didn't have beards and spent the night on the piss in the FIDF club as one of the girls held the keys. Getting the tonner back to MPA the next day was interesting due to copious vomming and the fact i couldn't stop pissing like a racehorse. I have more dits, but i want to hear from you cunts. I was there late '91 (i'm bloody sure it was then) and the RN ship down there was HMS Ambuscade. Judging by the Navy lot i knew down there, stories should come thick and fast.