Misfits, Dad's Army Types et al...
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GOATever said:
Absolutely not. No one races without the volunteer marshals. If you want a higher level competition licence, you have to marshal as part of the upgrade terms. Motor racing marshals are not Walt’s.
But as we know, this thread is (or has become) for those who take their posting two steps too far, not those who seek to serve without praise 
And I am sure some marshals will fall into that category just as they do in others.
Why I asked is that I recently came across my old belt cutting knife that I was encouraged by some to buy and wear on my belt. It is quite a sizeable thing, and has a big round disc on the pointy end, presumably so you don't skewer the driver in your enthusiasm.
Some marshals loved kit like this and used to strut around with all sorts of tools on their belts or hanging from lanyards. A big old knife, of course, scores lots of points, especially with little boys who look at you while queuing for chips at lunchtime.
I stopped bothering with mine when I realised after a while that I had never heard anyone say they had ever seen one in use in anger. Also, I realised that if you can lean into to a car far enough to cut the belts, you can just as easily open the multipoint catch on the driver's chest.
There's lots of posing goes on in that game, you know. Some even get their blood groups embroidered on their overalls.
Some marshals loved kit like this and used to strut around with all sorts of tools on their belts or hanging from lanyards. A big old knife, of course, scores lots of points, especially with little boys who look at you while queuing for chips at lunchtime.
I stopped bothering with mine when I realised after a while that I had never heard anyone say they had ever seen one in use in anger. Also, I realised that if you can lean into to a car far enough to cut the belts, you can just as easily open the multipoint catch on the driver's chest.
There's lots of posing goes on in that game, you know. Some even get their blood groups embroidered on their overalls.
Well, a little bit of snow today.
I was making my way to work this evening in the trusty, crusty Vitara when I espy members of the 13th emergency service skidding into the road in front of me. I mean right in front, my fault really for driving along a main road not giving way to random side streets. I took from their haste they must be on a shout to rescue some hapless civilians.
Given their choice of aged Shogun, clearly lifted with chunky tyres and a snorkel they clearly knew their business. A generous sprinkling of stickers further confirmed they were professionals at the top of their game.
I wondered what could the issue be as they drifted round a roundabout at feverish speeds that I could follow quite easily and yet keep my arse in check. Seemingly there was an incident (possibly Mars bar related) at the local petrol station for it was there they turned. Their keenness to deal with the job in hand leaving them no time to indicate or give way to oncoming civilian traffic. Feeling reassured that these fine boys were on the case I carried on into the chilly night, repeatedly saluting them until they were out of sight. I hope they sleep well but ever with one eye open.
I was making my way to work this evening in the trusty, crusty Vitara when I espy members of the 13th emergency service skidding into the road in front of me. I mean right in front, my fault really for driving along a main road not giving way to random side streets. I took from their haste they must be on a shout to rescue some hapless civilians.
Given their choice of aged Shogun, clearly lifted with chunky tyres and a snorkel they clearly knew their business. A generous sprinkling of stickers further confirmed they were professionals at the top of their game.
I wondered what could the issue be as they drifted round a roundabout at feverish speeds that I could follow quite easily and yet keep my arse in check. Seemingly there was an incident (possibly Mars bar related) at the local petrol station for it was there they turned. Their keenness to deal with the job in hand leaving them no time to indicate or give way to oncoming civilian traffic. Feeling reassured that these fine boys were on the case I carried on into the chilly night, repeatedly saluting them until they were out of sight. I hope they sleep well but ever with one eye open.
Derek Withers said:
AstonZagato said:
Shakermaker said:
I managed 4 years in the Combined Cadet Force at school which consisted of 90 minutes every Tuesday during term time and a few weekends here and there. I have no Jimny and no CB aerial... I'd say that is considerably less impressive of a military career than you
Which branch? We had Army, Navy or Air Force at my school (or you could do Community Service - a.k.a. "Granny Bashing"). I was in the Army section but of course was recruited into the super secret squirrel SAS CCF when they found out I was hard as nails. [/walt]I just remembered a couple from my childhood.
A World War Two Luftwaffe Walt. (Try saying that in a comedy German accent.)
My Dad, like I imagine lots of kids during world war two, was a bit of a plane spotter. He could reel off the differences in marks of German and RAF planes.
We were on holiday in Spain when my folks got chatting to this German couple. The guy started telling war stories of British towns and cities he had bombed.
My Dad asked him what aircraft he flew and I think he said something like a Junkers 52 which was a transport and not a bomber.
The German guy stormed off when this was pointed out to him.
Conversely, when I visited Germany for a wedding in the 1980s, I met a few reverse Walts. Most of the men of WW2 fighting age told me they were either medics or cooks during the war. All very plausible until I met a member for the German family years later. We got chatting about the wedding and he asked me if I knew about his uncles - the cooks and medics I had met.
They'd all been in the SS and had never touched so much as a saucepan or bandage during the time they were rampaging round Europe following Aldolf's orders.
A World War Two Luftwaffe Walt. (Try saying that in a comedy German accent.)
My Dad, like I imagine lots of kids during world war two, was a bit of a plane spotter. He could reel off the differences in marks of German and RAF planes.
We were on holiday in Spain when my folks got chatting to this German couple. The guy started telling war stories of British towns and cities he had bombed.
My Dad asked him what aircraft he flew and I think he said something like a Junkers 52 which was a transport and not a bomber.
The German guy stormed off when this was pointed out to him.
Conversely, when I visited Germany for a wedding in the 1980s, I met a few reverse Walts. Most of the men of WW2 fighting age told me they were either medics or cooks during the war. All very plausible until I met a member for the German family years later. We got chatting about the wedding and he asked me if I knew about his uncles - the cooks and medics I had met.
They'd all been in the SS and had never touched so much as a saucepan or bandage during the time they were rampaging round Europe following Aldolf's orders.
Edited by Wildcat45 on Wednesday 23 January 10:18
DonkeyApple said:
Derek Withers said:
AstonZagato said:
Shakermaker said:
I managed 4 years in the Combined Cadet Force at school which consisted of 90 minutes every Tuesday during term time and a few weekends here and there. I have no Jimny and no CB aerial... I'd say that is considerably less impressive of a military career than you
Which branch? We had Army, Navy or Air Force at my school (or you could do Community Service - a.k.a. "Granny Bashing"). I was in the Army section but of course was recruited into the super secret squirrel SAS CCF when they found out I was hard as nails. [/walt]Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff