Ok NZB, just for you and to keep our Jollies happy I'll include a bit of a navy story to keep them happy.
Whilst being kindly chauffered around the ocean by our taxi drivers the corps, god bless her, had a birthday so the chief taxi driver (they called him the Captain) decided to honour us bootys with a few cases of beers, damn decent of him really, so we all got shitefaced. come about 7p.m they did that walking and whistling thing so we all hid. come 7.30 with bladder bursting I ventured to the heads, just as I got there there was a large commotion and alot of whistling........now what could I do, There I was in flipflops and towel, porno mag tucked under my arm confronted with this big hairy wren regulator (police thingy) some officers and some other hangers on......Well I'm fucked now I thought.........but through the muddled haze of an afternoon bender the training kicked in........I dragged my flipflops together and said....."there you go big t1ts, dig out there all yours"......this wasn't greeted with the applause and admiration I thought it deserved ...... and I was thrown staight into the point bit of the ship where I had to spend the rest of the evening filling in the prisoner log book because the rest of the lads where to drunk to write!!......needless to say jack took a dim view of my activities and made me do lots of fun things to say sorry but thats another story.......
Hmmmmmm! RM on ships, should be banned as Wet_Blobby illustrates. My experience of RM on ships: Ex Autumn Train, Med circa 1986? lots of booties sleeping in 2M corridor, very bored decide it will be funny (after their 3 tinnies) to wipe swarfega over the ladder grip rail, result 4 AEM's in sickbay in 10 minutes. Naked rollmat fighting is safer, stick to it! :grin:
Don't get me wrong they were a good bunch of lads, we looked after them for their beer and they looked after us when they left, sent us all sorts of goodies out in the mail when they got home.
But things I didn't like: trying to sneak past 50 sleeping beauties in the dark to get to 3N showers/ nightheads, that gut wrenching feeling when I realised the handrail had been greased, that ass aching feeling as I hit the 3N flat, the patronising sympathy as two booties carried me to sickbay, the realisation that the fall had destroyed my port flip flop. Happy Days! :lol: