Good old roast

Sunday dinner

If you eat out ..it`s lunch,and if you eat at home it`s dinner.That`s what i appear to be saying these days.

Teabag wrote:

ciphers wrote:

In all my Glory, full of Pomp and Circumstance, or as my wife says 'Piss and Importance'

Len (Ciphers)

Thats not very nice her telling everyone you can't get it up any more! Back to food, when I were a lad, it was always Sunday dinner but these days people talk about Sunday lunch. It's a snob thing I think?

Very smart, Len. I can't help but notice that yourself, myself and FM Montgomery all have something in common.

Or to be precise DON`t have....

Gordon. wrote:

If you eat out ..it`s lunch,and if you eat at home it`s dinner.That`s what i appear to be saying these days.

Not thought about it much recently........ just get on the phone & say "Are we going out to eat ? If so, bring your purse " So mid-day tends to be " a bar snack", later in the day just "going for a meal".

I think it was a North/ South thing once....... up north "dinner" was mid-day, in the snooty south it was "lunch". Then some down there had more than maybe just a slice of bread & cheese for " supper" and further up north still, across the border, in Gordon's territory, the chippy serves "fish suppers". There was further confusion. I forget what it was exactly, but there was a "high tea " on Scottish menus as well as ..... Dinner ? .... was it ?. It took some time to discover that, in simple terms, one was left- overs from mid-day warmed up, the other was on a more extensive menu, somewhat different and more expensive. Always as well to know these things, especially if she's left her purse at home !

Then, of course there's Brunch !

Where I come from it's Breakfast, Dinner and Tea.



What you didn't eat for Breakfast you got for Dinner, what you didn't eat for Dinner you got for Tea. Und so weiter!

Brunch on a Sunday was brill..Roll out of bed at any time and get fed.RAF knew how to look after their folk..

Every unit i was with had Brunch on Sundays.

Good Old Roast Compo...........

32 (Minden) LAA Bty OPs Yoke & Zebra enjoy an alfresco fry up.
Winter scheme........Minden area Dec 1955

Aah, the old two-burner cooker eh ? The hours I must've spent, poking bits of D10 into the jets, trying to get the bloody thing working properly !
I notice those lads are wearing the old tank suits. A lot liked them but I found it was like wearing a strait jacket. Preferred the parka meself.

Ah the hours spent burying our compo tins........................and then.

When you were either on 'wirely watch' or 'on stag' in the early hours...........you heard the faint rustling of the wild boar digging all the tins back up !

Always seemed to be moving in your direction.

My word it was frightening hearing all the racket the wild boar made, rattling rustling and grunting, and they weren't small buggers either.

brum wrote:

Aah, the old two-burner cooker eh ? The hours I must've spent, poking bits of D10 into the jets, trying to get the bloody thing working properly !
I notice those lads are wearing the old tank suits. A lot liked them but I found it was like wearing a strait jacket. Preferred the parka meself.

Had some trouble with the cooker too........ screwed up the pump thingy that pressurised it, thread came adrift & wound firmly into my thumb. There it stayed for about a day until the MO arrived with a pair of pliers. Cooker wouldn't function, nobody loved me !

Never had parkas, though, but kept a Don R mac on daily loan for ever. Hi-viz tank suits were OK if you got a good one, but we were sucking on the hind tit for that sort of kit and the zips were always a problem.

pete26 wrote:

Ah the hours spent burying our compo tins........................and then.

When you were either on 'wirely watch' or 'on stag' in the early hours...........you heard the faint rustling of the wild boar digging all the tins back up !

Always seemed to be moving in your direction.

My word it was frightening hearing all the racket the wild boar made, rattling rustling and grunting, and they weren't small buggers either.

Long long ago, in a galaxy far far away, we were sitting in our OP one evening when a small herd (?) of wild pig appeared below us, foraging about ,as was their wont.
To our right was a Canadian unit, that much we knew from the Tac map.
Suddenly we heard mortars firing and below us blue flashes appeared. The mad buggers were firing at the pigs.
Must've been short of rations.

Some time in the 60's ( I think 68/69) in CFB Gagetown a British unit was there for summer exercises with the Canadians. Well the British unit captured a Van Doo who had 5 live rounds in his mag on his FN. Lordie they thought, these French Canadians play for real. Eventually it was sorted out. The man with the 5 live rounds (ball) was the duty hunter for his platoon,if a deer were spotted. Apparently this had to be true as I read it in the Sentinel, the Forces magazine.

pete26 wrote:

Ah the hours spent burying our compo tins........................and then.

When you were either on 'wirely watch' or 'on stag' in the early hours...........you heard the faint rustling of the wild boar digging all the tins back up !

Always seemed to be moving in your direction.

My word it was frightening hearing all the racket the wild boar made, rattling rustling and grunting, and they weren't small buggers either.

That was probably Gun Bunnies looking for food!

And not so far from home.......... Mate & I shunned physical activity & Wednesday afternoons chasing around the sports field after balls of various shapes & sizes. We had dispensation to get the bikes out & head off to Trg. Area A, outside Osnabruck around the site of the old Luftwaffe airfield at Achmer. Not that it wasn't physically demanding....... chucking 300 lbs or so of Matchless about to practice for the regt trials team in surrounding woodland had you sweating at times. What we didn't know was that the Garrison had granted the local boar hunting Jagerverein access to the same patch on Wednesdays. I don't think we were actually shot at, though the Brits weren't everyone's favourites in the 1950's, but we had a close encounter with a huge porker which crashed through the trees in front of us. We stuck to the open area of the old Flugplatz after that.

Ah, sports afternoon.
Being REME we had a raft of exc...reasons not to partake.
Although, when attached to 9/12 Lancers, we in LAD HQ would quite often organise a game of Murder Ball on a patch of waste ground opposite the Wksp building.
Great fun.

Not much to do with "Good Old Roast" ( but when has that been necessary ?) except that it's noon. Sunday, I don't eat until the BBQ to which I'm invited kicks off in a couple of hours,......... So looking back on old posts & pics I've found one relating to the previous about wild boar etc & Trg Area A outside Osnabruck. A bit hazy, but there was no auto-focus with the plate tackle or similar we had........ Shows Jim Abbot & Cartav mud hopping on the remains of the old airfield. It's flattened down now, the old runways on which the sappers had played with dem charges & camouflets have been turned into grass on which a gliding club operated more recently. The remains of the admin buildings beside the road running by the canal can just be made out behind the riders........ It's a Luftwaffe memorial now.

Special about the day these pics were taken is that I was chugging along over the top of the mound, scraping through undergrowth, when a pit, or an old slit trench, opened up before me. In the bottom was a belt of around 50 20mm cannon shells, all live. Feet sought the sides of the pit, bike went in, I jumped sideways. With the possibility that leaking MT70 & hot exhaust might result in something even more exciting, we waited around before taking a chance and dragging the Matchless out, marked the spot & went back home to get info sent off to the UXB boys.

[quote Special about the day these pics were taken is that I was chugging along over the top of the mound, scraping through undergrowth, when a pit, or an old slit trench, opened up before me. In the bottom was a belt of around 50 20mm cannon shells, all live. Feet sought the sides of the pit, bike went in, I jumped sideways. With the possibility that leaking MT70 & hot exhaust might result in something even more exciting, we waited around before taking a chance and dragging the Matchless out, marked the spot & went back home to get info sent off to the UXB boys.[/quote]

Geeze, that had to tighten up the old pucker string.

Hardrations wrote:

................., marked the spot & went back home to get info sent off to the UXB boys.

Geeze, that had to tighten up the old pucker string.[/quote]


Not so much immediately ........ but I was there with the 15 cwt Bedford MWD & four trainee drivers ( which explains my BD & Jim's DR kit ). I borrowed the bike to put a show on for the lads, one of whom decided to jump in the pit behind our backs and pick out three or four 20mm rounds. He thought it might be interesting to chuck them in the canal to see if they'd explode. They didn't but I did ! Feared for my safety not his, and the possible inconvenience of having to wash down the 15cwt. if we had to carry a mangled body back to Quebec Bks.

There were still areas around there wired off & marked as being uncleared of explosives. Didn't seem to excite anybody very much when we wandered past the red triangle markings inadvertently on night exercises. It was more frightening to hear Cents crashing through the saplings when you were trying to kip, unseen, in a bivvy.