All the kings men!

Thats brilliant!! Swear I nearly died laughing at that!!

 

Urqh, you'll have to take those pics down, they are top secret and you know it!

 

Sorry I forgot all about Opsec....Damn...someone will recogise the donkey's....

 

Right The British army, or a version of it from 70’s thru till 90’s, cant talk for the modern army, Drew and Stefan may speak a different language these days.

Anyway…

Stefan is a Rupert, not a Rodney but a Rupert in a cavalry reg…not the skipping chickens though one would hope.. a brown job, a pongo as is or was Drew and myself, unlike Jaeger who is a foreign Rupert of sorts, with strong attachments to the Agile and Bolton Wanderers. I myself have been a crab or crabfat before being a brown job and pongo. Don’t ask which I prefer I cant possibly say, but a monkey definitely, serving as a helmet in the heavy army and not the light army or black mafia as some may know it as they control the light army. Although I do like the old Angle Irons as I spent much time attached to their glourious ranks.
The other 3 would say I was a Ponti, I’d object and state we have to know how to read and write. Which is why we always are given 2 stripes in the main. One for reading and one for errrr…well you get the idea…if you get 3 you know someone who can read and or write…

Ruperts are unlike Hats, who constantly amaze by wearing their woodentop hats to breakfast even in the field. Usually to be found though in London area around Jimmy’s or saluting the Birthday cake as they march or ride past.
But rather a woodentop than a loggie or even the dreaded loamshires or Blankshires, 2 regiments usually coloured orange for us blues to play with, a bunch of losers…in fact they never won a firefight that I know of.

Drew I believe was a scaley back at some stage or a bleep, but moved on up to PTI.
Probably enjoying his regular beastings given out to many a poor sod in pumps.
Drew is also known for his abundance of happy snaps, which he never fails to avail us with…Oh for a digital world instead of Kodak moments for me as my time was spent before the industrial revolution and her with the handbag was still top dog.
And she wasn’t as nice to us then as she should have been…I was constantly fed up with the old Irishmens pay rise her government kept giving me.
Stefan the Rupert attended Sandhurst I believe but I could never see him as a Blade Runner,
There are of course many tribes in the British army, made up of Jocks and Micks too…and occasionally Taffs, not to be confused with the old Viet Taffs of 70’s news fame.
We have all probably served our time in the confines of the corner shop doing stag, which sometimes involves a fair bit of the old Egyptian PtT and blanket pressing.
but none I believe have done the glasshouse or done a Colchester.Although I suspect like me the other 3 have done their fair share of jankers.
None of us 4 though I would say were bog standard or buckshee budgies or commnly better known as fish and chip outfits. No Hackles for us. And certainly none of us I believe had any doings with the Chunkies. We all 4 do share a certain decorum and intelligence that kept us away from such idlers…

We have all probably dated a cadbury’s snack in our time or lumpies as they could be known due to the old wooley pully of my time. Never enough room in the old maggot for more than two though.
And have all had occasion to fill in the odd chuff chart…some with more glee than others I would suspect.
We all I suppose have travelled in or at least looked up at Fat Albert via Crab air if not at least to practice dagger daggering at one.

My own brother was a coloured beret, or dangler, but never to be called Bird s..t unless a fast runner….and we would be crap hats to him.
Stefan belonged to the donkey whallopers, who at times have a need to do a zulu forwards, and a swift zulu warrior backwards while on net or R/T to the good ole Dropshorts. Driving as fast as the dinkey toys will possibly go.

I don’t think he has ever done a tour of the death star and if so has never had the opportunity of taking a bimble box or horror bag out whilst on a bimble, something he will probably not get round to doing as I don’t think his oppos go that far south.
Bimble boxes, get you out of pan diving and Dixie bashing, but we all do that at some stage after Scran or scoff lovingly prepared by the slop jocks and gobbled up with the old one two gobble sticks…Usually followed by a gonk if pudding provided.

Gravel bellies don’t scan or scoff as much due to the requirement to lay for long periods on wet ground. And the need to not gozome as much as the rest of us for the old loo break. But heaven to such a brave comrade would be the old egg banjo, with extra oil on bread. Black finger prints a must. But always aware that once home from manouveres the old alternative command structure will probably put a greasy on for him. As they don’t tend to take the old meals rejected by the Ethiopeans into battle as they cant leave packets around after them.
Unless of course we have a Alternative command structure who will then do the pan diving on our behalf and also supply dhobi dust and in fact do the dhobi when required.

Then off to Naafi, never the club, and unless a time served specialist in moaning never, a mess…In summer into the car park or nearest field to Naafi for a game of Nerdlesm best played with a nut strangler as opposition as they always want to protect their delicate hands., but never with an opsi, secret squirrel or sneaky beakie as they cheat at all games of skill. Who wants cunning in the army I ask you?
Although after much Naafying the old pit comes in very useful for much pushing out of the Zeds.

Then we have the pride of the army the rotor heads and the talking baggage, guys and gals who mostly spin around merrily recounting tales of their run ins with the crabs and matelots…and sometimes on grey funnel lines with the wavey navy…Usually they do though poach the best of the wedgeheads.

All this and more…but I forget…only one last thing to say…Most of us at some time become the whenwees, its inevitable, but that’s life, and that’s the Army…Or Toms as we like to address properly.

 

:lol:

Now where's that sandbag and latern !

 

Urqh

I think Heidi has no chance of unterstanding your post,

~Steve:lol:

 

haha funny,but don't judge the book by the cover,i think i worke it out.

Urgh was saying this-
british soldiers was trying to do a zulu run attack like in the war in 1879 in zulu land.
and also how the british army in the 70's and 80'sbritish soldiers are like glumsey and clusy and how the british army has different nationalites fighting for britian.

 

Errr..close enough.

 

Well that's me put in my place

Steve

 

Glumsey ?

 

Fancy you two not knowing I was in fact recreating the battle of Islandwhana...call yerselves history buffs...Gentlemen its time to save the colours....

 

Heidi I was in fact talking army circa 1976-1991.

Its a language of its own, only known to the chosen few. Bit like Jedi.

Razin and Drew of course didnt even need to get the code books out.

 

don;t knowe what i was saying or why i said that,i didn't mean it for real that you were.

 

the specical langauge is "soilder man lanauge" ok i get it now.

 

It's a bit like 'Dog and Bone' and 'Apple and Pears' :lol:

 

Umm yes show you I will