tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795284845836270713.post6593374428242689681..comments2024-03-27T11:23:43.902+00:00Comments on Beaker Folk of Husborne Crawley: A Story of Greenbelt, 1986WodeWosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18381754587879658356noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795284845836270713.post-69384995678219718472016-08-29T21:34:28.954+01:002016-08-29T21:34:28.954+01:00I'm so sorry. I've asked for whether there...I'm so sorry. I've asked for whether there are people you can talk to. If so I'll get their links posted on here. Archdruid Eileenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06481946916045861117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795284845836270713.post-370024299525929522016-08-29T15:48:51.713+01:002016-08-29T15:48:51.713+01:0030 years ago today. Thirty years ago today, August...30 years ago today. Thirty years ago today, August Bank Holiday Monday 1986. I was raped at Greenbelt.<br />God is love? Fuck off.Brimstonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15774126763114335408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795284845836270713.post-59566502356530851392012-08-24T21:08:24.154+01:002012-08-24T21:08:24.154+01:00Canadian scouts still do "dig'n'dump&...Canadian scouts still do "dig'n'dump" as far as I know, out in the backwoods, but they mark their digs with a sign (was it a skull and crossbones? can't remember)KirstenMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04460530603998948689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795284845836270713.post-72660266619476771362012-08-24T19:55:05.350+01:002012-08-24T19:55:05.350+01:00Could be a motto, that.Could be a motto, that.Archdruid Eileenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11849759985107161674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795284845836270713.post-753416613060261282012-08-24T08:05:53.437+01:002012-08-24T08:05:53.437+01:00Ah, yes, Hurricane Charley. When it hit I was in ...Ah, yes, Hurricane Charley. When it hit I was in a cafe tent with a group of - cafe tent aficionados. One of our number (PhD in metallurgy so he must have known what he was doing) went outside every 20 minutes and hammered in the tent pegs. Our pleasant evening was eventually interrupted by a member of the Greenbelt executive committee staggering in through the tent flap, dripping wet and wide-eyed crying "You don't know what it's like out there!" <br /><br />Army surplus, keep an eye on your tent pegs, build a dam.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4795284845836270713.post-56383668956836289152012-08-24T07:38:56.309+01:002012-08-24T07:38:56.309+01:00Those wooden toilets you write off were Army Surpl...Those wooden toilets you write off were Army Surplus. Commonly known as 'thunder boxes' because of the sound of escaping wind when in use.<br /><br />The Army had them in stock by the thousand and a whole cottage industry was employed in making them. Eventually, environmental concerns caught up. It started in West Germany, where indiscriminate hole digging and depositing waste was banned in the mid-80's and eventually spread to the UK.<br /><br />Now, in heavily disguised military field locations, the enemy is able to locate them without any technical aids, just the mark one eye ball, espying outlandish tall, blue chemical toilets standing a minimum of 30 metres away from sleeping locations like Sentry Boxes.<br /><br />In my day, you wondered off into the woods with a shovel and a bog roll - and got on with it. Which could be unfortunate if you happened across someone else's covered up doings unexpectedly. Sinking a shovel into it wasn't the highlight of the day :(<br /><br />After a months field exercise and abluting and toileting, the sight of a normal WC was greeted like an old friend - and celebrated with a yellow briefcase - more commonly known as a 10 pack of Herforder Beer.<br /><br />Happy Days!!UKViewerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18114944341930758335noreply@blogger.com