I was pals with a lad off Saltshouse Road called Wayne Dreighton. Great lad, very quiet but very funny and a great lad to go out with on the piss. A very fine wing man. He joined with another Hull lad called Mossy, I think his first name was Paul. He was just pure mental and got kicked out eventually. He spent more time at Colly than he did with his battalion.
From what I can gather he fell in with some proper ****houses when he got booted out and ended up in all sorts of bother. Wayne found God and is a devout Christian now. Don't know which is worse!
Get too fook you pair, I was far too cultured and educated for the Pongos. I was in the Royal Air Force. Per Ardua fellas, Per Ardua. I was actually just about to suggest that... ...You struck me as a zob type Alders old boy. With my rebellious streak, I wouldn't have lasted 2 mins in the Army. As I explain to my green wearing mates: Army, Navy = Military Forces. RAF = Forced to be military. In the Army and Navy, an order is given and obeyed without question. In the RAF, it's an invitation to discuss someone else's idea and to either do, or not do, as you feel. As a photog, I got to work with the other 2 Forces quite a lot, and one of the funniest memories was walking into some young Siggy Lts office (was actually a desk in a large canteen), and cos I was inside, beret was in my camera bag, she says to me "Don't you salute Army Officers in the RAF??", my quick response was "Sorry ma'am, we don't have any army ones, they're all RAF ones". I got a giggle from the siggys sat near her, she went red, and I got meself a cuppa. Back to the dancing, I should describe myself as a mix between Len Goodman, MC Hammer and Bez. Yeah.
