Slop Jocky's
I remember flying out to the middle east and stopping on route in Cyprus, we flew by the decrepit crab air Hercules for 6 hours to get to Cyprus after waiting in Lynham for 6 hours before because the crabs like you to turn up early. We stopped in Cyprus and were taken to the cookhouse for an early breakfast, and one army chef stood behind the hotplate watching us in case we took two sausages etc. One lad had the nerve to grab two slices of fried bread, when the slop jockey behind the counter rapped in on the back of the knuckles with a ladle telling him" one piece each. This resulted in the squaddie reaching over, grabbing the slop by the back of the head and dunking him head first in the breakfast beans. I cant stand menial arses like that.
( ratman, Thu 12 May 2005, 14:47, Reply)