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Thanx Rod

What is a Bootneck!?

Between the security of childhood and the insecurity of manhood, we find a fascinating species of humans called BOOTNECKS.They come in all shapes and sizes.  In trucks, in boats, in various barracks.  In love and always in debt.

A “BOOTNECK” is sharp with a pack of cards.  Deadly with a set of darts and protector of the earth on half a dozen pints. 

He has the speed of a striking slug - the slyness of a fox and the brains of a rocking horse and the stories of a sea captain. 

He has the sincerity of a born liar and the aspirations of Casanova. Some of his interests are girls, woman, females, dames, birds, the opposite sex and spending other people’s money!

His dislikes are answering letters, wearing uniform, provost Sergeants, BFT, the RSM and reveille. No one else could cram into one pocket - a crumpled ID card, a packet of crushed cigarettes, a picture of his (or an oppo’s) girlfriend(s), a comb, a bottle opener, an old leave pass and what’s left of last month’s pay.

He likes spending money on beer, sometimes on girls, some on horses, some on football pools and the rest...  foolishly. A “BOOTNECK” is a magical creature.  You can scratch him off your nominal roll - but never off your mind.

He is your one and only hairy arsed, good for nothing bundle of worries.  But all your shattered dreams come whole again, when he comes staggering home - looks at you with those big bloodshot eyes and simply says......

“Hello love Gis a go of your body”...................

By a WREN

Thanx Rod

If you’re a squaddie, then you must be able to relate to at least 5 of these.......

If your a Bootneck, you will relate to all of them.......

You know you've been Defence institutionalised (Made military) when...You use target indication to point out hot chicks...

You use the term 'chicks'

You insist on dancing like a dick, whilst your civvie mates insist on trying to dance 'properly'.

Your civvie mates don't understand any of the terminology you use such as 'no dramas', 'squared away', 'take a knee' etc....

You can't help saying 'Roger', 'Say again' and other snappy bits of VP

You use acronyms thinking your civvie mates will understand what you are talking about

You don't have any civvie mates....

You cringe, and mutter under your breath 'haircut', when you see men with long hair.

You walk at a ridiculous pace and are physically incapable of walking at the shopping pace of your girlfriend.

You refer to personal organisation as 'admin'

Your girlfriend is stored in your mobile phone address book as 'Zero Alpha'

You use patrol hand signals in a night club if people can't hear you

You always use the 24 hour clock....

Nothing soldiers do shocks you any more....

You can't watch war movies without giving a running commentary.

People in prison have more contact with women than you do....

Whenever you spell something out you use the phonetic alphabet....

You don't trust your mum/wife/girlfriend/any woman to iron your kit because deep down you think that your ironing is better....

You point using your whole hand in a karate chop motion....

You find that the conversation somehow always comes back round to you, because you're more interesting than most topics of conversation....

You think not shaving is a treat....

You get really irritated when people you don't know call you 'mate'....

You can read a junk mail catalogue from cover to cover and refer to everything that is useful as a Gucci bit of kit.

You refer to smoke as 'a double edged sword'.

You spend hours wondering where in civvie street you can get an equal disposable income and at least 6 weeks holiday a year, by completing an inversely proportionally tiny amount of tangible work

Your blood boils when you see civvies wearing DPM.

Going out on Thursday 'international army night out' wherever it may be, or whichever course one is on, involves forming the ring-of-steel, talking about ourselves and the army and aggressively staring at girls; who if they don't immediately come over are obviously lesbians.

Should any man dare break this ritual, and despite talking to the prettiest of girls - as we would like to do, if it weren't for the fact we tend to chew our own tongues and dribble - he is clearly gay!

You come out in a cold sweat if you find yourself still working after lunch on a Friday....

You have to stop work at 10am for NAAFI break or else you might not make it to lunch....

At least half of your DVD collection are war movies....

Even though your disposable income is twice that of a civvie you still manage to spend it all, every month, with nothing to show for it, about a week after you've told all your soldiers that you 'can't believe how much money they waste on the urine'....

You feel guilty about wearing jeans in front of senior officers in the mess

The sight of rolling countryside makes you scan for 'enemy depth'....

You think that eating every meal for a week with the same spoon that you licked clean and kept in the pocket of the same shirt you've worn all week is perfectly normal....

All of your food has to be prepared by a chef because you're incapable of cooking anything that can't either be boiled in a bag or eaten cold....

You lie when people ask you what you do for a living....

When leaving your phone number on a voice message you can't just give it once, has to be repeated.

When surveying open ground (when not looking for enemy in depth) you think good tank country. If a forestry block - I could get a platoon in here.

You survey open ground. When you are pointing out some natural feature you begin with 'Reference bushy topped tree etc etc'

Your girlfriend has started saying 'admin' and gave you the 'Chop' when telling you to put the bin out.

When meeting mates in a pub you always turn up 5 minutes early and are secretly angry that nobody else has.....Worse still, if it's a venue you haven't been to before, you turn up 15 minutes early to put in a CTR, in order that you are definitely there 5 minutes early.

You subconsciously red-pen everything you read.....

"Marked for Life (1)"

Mr KARL (scumbag) WINN

Apart from the RM, Taunton is famous for this resident and local employer, they must be really proud of him

and his latest venture

The proud owner of a disgusting website that due to a high court ruling/injunction changed his internet service provider (ISP) from being based in the UK and to relocate in Holland.

This enables him (for now) to escape any legal proceedings, getting banged up and becoming someones "Biatch"... (treasure the thought)

Karl Winn, Uberdouche

Request removal of

Domain name(s) & Internet Service Provider for

www.britisharmykillings.org.uk
&
www.britisharmykillings.com

"Marked for Life (2)"

(AFD) Armed Forces Day
2010, 2011
goes unrecognised
by Merton Council