while yelling his drunken head off for someone to turn off the supplies at some
unknown master valves. This went on for about an hour until, somehow, with
assistance, the flow was staunched, I think with whittled sticks torn from a nearby
tree and rammed into the pipes. And they called us Officers and Gentlemen!
One of our less responsible sports was bicycle polo. This took place on the Mess lawn, usually between the two flying Squadrons, after someone had made the
challenge during a Saturday lunchtime session in the bar. Weapons used were
hockey sticks, a hard ball, and bikes purloined from just about anywhere, including
those on loan from the Station Warrant Officer's Bicycle Store. There were almost no
rules. Thwacks on ankles were not unknown and could be as frequent as hits on the
ball. The 'game' stopped after sufficient players had fallen off, bicycles damaged, or
players hurt! [Click to see more.
] A stop was put to this 'sport' after Warrant Officer Dale
, the SWO
found his bikes were getting damaged and reported the matter to the CO