Ahh yes Swinderby memories…………..
Stepping off the bus from Newark and getting the first of many bollockings, 300 blokes having their heads shaved by a chain smoking barber who never cleaned his razor, watching in fear on our first parade as a 5’3” Cpl reduced a 6’3” bloke to tears, stripping off at the med centre to have 4 injections at once and then being sent on a 3 mile run, Saturday inspections, weekly pay parade with 700 other oinks to get seven quid, 24 man rooms, wrapping a blanket around the smallest bloke in the room and using him as a bumper as ours had been nicked by the room opposite, hairy Blues that rubbed the hairs of your legs, 5:30 AM reveille over the tannoy, being ordered to drop our trousers to make sure we were wearing 22B’s and not our own shreddies.
Ahh happy days….. were they FECK as like!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!