Bless Tony RIP.... I was lucky to meet up with Tony and his wife before he passed away....Smiling till the end.... a Funny actor...and singer... a pure Diamond
I was one of only 2 British soldiers on a course at RAF Cosford, near Wolverhampton, for 6 months in the early 1980's. Comparing RAF grub to Army grub the RAF won hands down! The place was like a fucking holiday camp, great food and great sport. We were in sub-standard accommodation, we lived in wooden 'H' blocks which were pre - WW2.
This reminds me of the time that I complained. The duty officer was the RSM and I was a junior NCO who had had the pleasure of a few "interviews" with the RSM before this incident. We we eating meat pies and there was green on the crust of mine so I complained that it was mouldy, the RSM looked at it and agreed. He sent for the duty cook who happened to be a Staff Sergeant and asked him to explain. The cook said that it was the green dye that they used on the dried peas when they were soaked, this was supposed to pacify me until I pointed out that there were no peas on the menu and certainly not on my plate. I was told to get another meal and the Staff went into the office with the RSM. Later in the NCOs mess a corporal cook told me that the S/Sgt had been dressed down by the RSM but he never tried to get one over me, it just was forgotten.
I worked in a RAF Sgt's mess in the early 80's the comradery was fantastic and the food was excellent, regularly winning national culinary awards in fact. The jokes and jape's were epic on an RAF station there was never a dull moment, personnel cars were manhandled into locations too impossible to be driven, errant erks were sent to barrack stores for long stands or left handed hammers etc. best days ever. Get Some In is closer to the truth than anyone will know and the Corporal's really were complete and utter B.......
Some of the lines in this are superb ! Wouldn't it be good to have this type of comedy back on our screens ........... real shame that the media and world has decided to deprive us of pure comedy writing . I despair !
5:42 "Obsturbulous" - I think Cpl Marsh is trying to say "obstruculous" - which at least is a genuine word and appears to be of relevance in this context. But hats off to the corporal for making the effort!
Reminded me of the time on the SS Uganda going down to the Falklands food served up by the "chefs", sweat dripping of their foreheads mixed with grease, grease mixed with sweat, and the eggs mixed with the sweat and grease it really made you feel full before eating, didn't even attempt porridge 😂
Reminds me of HMS Cochrane in the 1980's left over beef dumplings from lunch were later resurrected smeared with jam as jam suet pudding with quite often still a bit of meat attached
I remember the chicken curry. In the Airman’s Mess the chicken was represented by chicken skin, in the Sgts’ Mess had the legs and wings and the Officers’ Mess had the breast meat. I experienced all three.
"We had officers up there that I didn't even know we had on camp..." Reminds me of whenever there was a Regimental Photograph, exercise or Summer Ball. Junior officers who I didn't recognise show up for the duration only to disappear again afterwards.
This show reminds me of a series of photographs taken in North Africa during WW2 which were titled 'British troops advancing at el Alamaine'. The troops were obviously not in combat, not carrying any packs or extra ammo. Actually the troops were Australians advancing on their own cookhouse, they were armed and this seems sensible give the poor quality of the food. Also these photos are at the Imperial War Museum in London with the corrupt titles. A great con by an English photographer on the British army.
Better than the scran we got on some HM ships, all of which tasted of diesel fuel. Only survived because of the NAAFI tuck shop run by a Chinese bloke selling crisps and Mars Bars.
There are only 2 cooks worse than Army cooks 1: Prison cannibals... I mean 'cooks' [hint: don't eat the 'Curry'... why? cos it's not. it's called 'chicken curry' but they boil the chickens until all the meat has melted off the bones, then they pulp the bones so you'll never notice until you bring your teeth together and you'll notice it's rather like eating sand or soil when you've got a bit of soil on a bit of cabbage; 2: Military Prison animals... I mean 'cooks'. Except in the Military Prison they rarely waste time making porridge and you actually get to eat cornflakes or rice krispies so it isn't so bad [45 seconds exactly to wolf them down or 3 hours added to your sentence if your spoon isn't placed exactly alongside the bowl within 45 secs]... and always say you smoke whether you do or not. You get a break to smoke - whether you do or not - since every fkn second of your day involves some bastard screaming at you to run up 6 flights of stairs, then down, then up, then down, 100 push ups, then the fkn stairs again... all in full kit [house bricks]. Quite a pleasant, relaxing time. I hear Alan Partridge fully recommends it to all from Unemployed Social Class 'E' up to Working Class 'C'. A good old British time. Take the kids! Take your Gran! When you compare British cuisine to British Army cuisine there really isn't much difference.. the sausages, etc are usually made from chemically pulped animal penis, testes, scrotum, ears, anal sphincter... just like the Native Americans in times of yore, the British Military and working classes get to eat ALL - and I DO MEAN ALL - of any fucking thing that comes within range. However, if you're a posh twat then you'll get to actually drink clean water, proper edible food instead of chemical/animal sludge - by way of such tastefully titled delicacies as 'chicken fingers', 'Irish Pork Sausages' and all the other frozen crap you're forced to buy because there is no fkn Industrial Revolution anymore, 99% of people are literate [apparently] and 90% of people aren't so easily conned by words such as "You'll burn in hell for your sins of sloth and not working for the Master!" so if you're not some wage slave? You're fucked and called scum for 'sponging off the state', whether you'd had a bollock shot off in Iraq or your hands had been turned into cooked bacon by phosphorous. I'd suggest 2 to anybody who's looking for an alternative holiday [ps, if you don't do what they say they add 'hours' to your sentence, which, after 3 days, can often mean as much as another week has been added to your wonderful time there - eg, slower than the rest? 2 hour penalty; pause during push ups?1 hour penalty.. for each pause. tip: whether you're hungry or not just eat the crap.. it's energy and if you ever want to get the fuck away from there you'll need all the energy you can get] Or maybe that's all changed now? Who knows? Or cares. Hmm... maybe there's Big Brother title hidden in there somewhere. PS, there are ALWAYS exceptions that prove the rule. You might find that the 'cook' at one place was at one time a top class cordon bleu chef and he can actually make nectar out of dogshit if he tried but it won't last long as the NCOs or officers [cunts] will have replaced him with an actual cannibal to boil your 'slop'.
You've put me right off me grub now, mate. I'll have to speak to my C.O. to ask permission to have my grub at the Pub down the road in future! :(@@jackofshadows8538
@@flashstudiosguy Sorry, mate! I thought I was wetting everybody's taste buds! [Another tip: should you and your battery mates get drunk and tempted to roll your Battn CO's car over onto its side because he kicked a decent cunt [officer] away from your unit because he was "too familiar with the lower ranks"...er... don't. Just get drunk and put 5 AA batteries in a sock and twat a Sgt after he's left the pub pissed. They don't bother chasing up assaults on NCOs so much. Do anything to a cunt, though, and they actually bring in the fingerprint experts!]
And back in the early days of television such productions relied on a rehearsal, whereby the elements of the programme would be acted through before filming. It used to cost a lot to do reshoots; it probably still does today. And even more problematic on location. So they tried to keep cock-ups to an absolute minimum. Actors can still be fined or even sacked from productions for messing up too much. This is why acting was considered a consummate profession in the early days because they usually did the entire show in one take.
Great episode, only marred by Lilys increasing pottymouth, how he got away with such language in those days I'll never know, small wonder the world's so degenerate these days, it's all fl*p this and both*r that, disgusting!
once every few months the cooks were drilled by the RSM to see if they still knew basic military training etc which they didnt, as they shambled about the RSM said halt and shot forward to his victim and stuck his face under his and bawled at him what effing regiment are you. victim said ACC sir RSM bawled back what the effing hell is that the Aldershot concrete company
