How many sqaddies have said that? Most I would say.
My eldest brother was cook Sgt at Barton Stalag in 1952 and when someone said that he twatted em with a 2 pint ladle. I bet that fucking hurt, he was a big sod but when he twatted me round the earhole at least his hand was empty. Still fucking hurt mind !.
British Army - Question for Rodders
Re: British Army - Question for Rodders
RoddersUK
Re: British Army - Question for Rodders
Never felt the need to look like a tart.
Best dress needs to look good on parade and for when one is on CO's orders.
Barrack dress and working dress need to be comfortable and practical as does combat dress.
Let the Yanks and coon dictators look like tarts. Tarts is what the twatts are after all.
Best dress needs to look good on parade and for when one is on CO's orders.
Barrack dress and working dress need to be comfortable and practical as does combat dress.
Let the Yanks and coon dictators look like tarts. Tarts is what the twatts are after all.
RoddersUK
Re: British Army - Question for Rodders
Many a cook told me that at St Omer they did everything so so correctly and therefore the rations, which were always top class, were prepared and cooked correctly.
Out in the units and in the field things were different and time was at a premium. Some poor sod getting up at 0330 with a fucking hangover to prepare breakfast at 0600 for 200 ravenous squaddies was always working at the limit and so standards always dropped. We knew it but we never gave the poor sods the benefit.
However, on Ops the cooks come into their own and squaddies never go hungry whatever the time of day or night. Nor should they.
Having dabbled a short while at sea with the RNR and have ex matelots for friends who tell me that RN cooks have nowhere to hide aboard ship so nosh quality is never too bad. Having said that the Hong Kong Sqn in the 60's were fed by local Chinese cooks who though marvellous in their own cullinary areas were fucking useless with the British cuissine.
When a sweeper visited Brunei for the Queens Birthday Parade in 1967 I went aboard with one of our cooks to show him round a sweeper. When we were asked "Who the fuck are you"? we told them who and what we did. I was a mechanic and my mate was a cook. At this eyes lit up and he was asked if he could cook anything but Chinese. He replied of course and that his speciality was omelettes.
He was promptly shown the galley and given a load of eggs and cheese and ham and a case of Tiger beer and told to get on with it. He made 40 odd omelettes and the Coxn was all for keeping him onboard and chucking the Chinese cooks off. When I said who the fucks going to feed us left here if you kidnap our cook seemed to bring the bastard to his senses and he let us off with apromise to come back the next day to cook for them again. Needles to say my mate decided not to.
Out in the units and in the field things were different and time was at a premium. Some poor sod getting up at 0330 with a fucking hangover to prepare breakfast at 0600 for 200 ravenous squaddies was always working at the limit and so standards always dropped. We knew it but we never gave the poor sods the benefit.
However, on Ops the cooks come into their own and squaddies never go hungry whatever the time of day or night. Nor should they.
Having dabbled a short while at sea with the RNR and have ex matelots for friends who tell me that RN cooks have nowhere to hide aboard ship so nosh quality is never too bad. Having said that the Hong Kong Sqn in the 60's were fed by local Chinese cooks who though marvellous in their own cullinary areas were fucking useless with the British cuissine.
When a sweeper visited Brunei for the Queens Birthday Parade in 1967 I went aboard with one of our cooks to show him round a sweeper. When we were asked "Who the fuck are you"? we told them who and what we did. I was a mechanic and my mate was a cook. At this eyes lit up and he was asked if he could cook anything but Chinese. He replied of course and that his speciality was omelettes.
He was promptly shown the galley and given a load of eggs and cheese and ham and a case of Tiger beer and told to get on with it. He made 40 odd omelettes and the Coxn was all for keeping him onboard and chucking the Chinese cooks off. When I said who the fucks going to feed us left here if you kidnap our cook seemed to bring the bastard to his senses and he let us off with apromise to come back the next day to cook for them again. Needles to say my mate decided not to.
RoddersUK