Well, I suppose being ex-millitary I must accept that I could be classed as 'common as muck'.
I don't ever remember dinner being seved on a tablecloth or anything and the language was positively shocking and I must confess to doing one or two frighfully common things to some of the chaps.

I remember one in particular. We had all gone to Dartmoor for a nice day out. That evening our trucks arrived back at camp and as I got out of the back I handed a Sainsbury's Carrier bag to the training officer. He had been very horrid that day and made us do some jolly unpleasent tasks. I walked off and left it with him. You see, I had been taken short on the way back in the back of the truck and had to empty my bottom.

I would have loved to have seen his face when he opened it. I was told it was one of pure horror followed by the stamping of feet and my surname bellowed out at such a volume, it caused fat people to wobble over a mile away.
He was a mad as hell and punnished me quite heavily. Imagine how cross he was a few weeks later when I popped one in his lunch box.

Of course, I don't really regard myself as common anymore
( Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Fri 17 Oct 2008, 18:00, Reply)