Be careful what you post ...
Hi,
All the posts remind me of my RAF days at RAF Weeton (Training canp with 40 beds to the condemned WW2 Nissan huts. But no shortage of toilet rolls.
One Erk returned late one night, flopped on his bed ... only to find somebody had removed the springs, and wound bog paper round the bed frame.
He got his own back on the suspected Perp (Wrong bloke!) who woke up a few mornings later to find he had been cocooned in his bed .... tightly wrapped in bog paper.
Happy daze)!
602
PS. The corporal in charge of the billet slept in a small room at the far end ... everybody else was "open plan".
Corps woke up one morning, still in bed, but in the middle of the parade ground (Square-bashing for the use off.) So he wrapped himself in a bed sheet (cos he slept in the raw), and made a dash for the nearest billet. Him bursting in through the door, unannounced, was not appreciated by the residents .... did I mention it was a WRAF billet?
PPS. I was brought up in the days when the Daily Mirror was the preferred alternative ... torn into 6" squares, and hung on a nail behind the door.