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1/... 34yrs ago this month I got 'volunteered' by my EngWO in Germany to take a month's 'holiday' back in the UK at a lovely little resort in Berkshire called RAF Greenham Common. Apparently the place was surrounded by lovely ladies - all unmarried - that were keen to meet me...
2/....So keen in fact, that every time we passed their little campsite they all called out our names. Mine had apparently changed to "Fascist bastard", but I'm sure it was just a little joke. They particularly enjoyed throwing crisp bags full of shit and used tampons at us...
3/..I was assured that this was an ancient pagan courting ritual, and one that we should reciprocate by throwing our own little 'love tokens' back at them - but only in the dark when the cctv couldn't see us. There was a strange pungent smell at their campsite - and lots of cats
4/...What fun we had watching the RAF Police Dogs/Land Sharks chasing them around the place when their passions for us got too much and they broke the fences to get closer to us. Whilst on my little holiday, that nice Mr Reagan met nice Mr Gorbachev for a chat
5/....A month later they decided to close the GAMA resort and we all got to go home. Apparently all the lovely ladies went back to the Island of Lesbainia and we never got to see them again. I wonder if there's a Facebook page where we can all arrange a nice reunion?
