I ... am ... alive !
Although dear God I wish I wasn’t.
It was indeed a 3 day, 3 country drinking binge, although we like to think of it as “Operation Edinburgh” which was successfully concluded, and all parties concerned returned
mostly intact this morning.
We went up to Scotland to see the Edinburgh Tattoo, and it was probably the best thing I have ever seen in my life. Just seeing 300 men march out of the castle gates straight at you is a sight I can’t even begin to describe.
One of our party went to get some shortbread from a shop 2 streets away and ended up 4 hours later 6 miles away and halfway up a mountain. That’s Naval Officers for you, they haven’t worked out that Left, Right, Left, Right is a form of walking and not directions!
Myself and the Brigadier followed protocol when 1 is lost and stayed put ... in the Pub, awaiting the Commodores’ (eventual) return. I amused my remaining Officer with bawldy rhymes and strong drink, eventually drinking the pub out of 2 ales and most of their Scotch. This is why every Officer needs an orderly. Or in our case ... a
disorderly!
As for the Comp ... I’ve submitted my idea and we’re just waiting for the powers that be to transcribe my drunken scribbles into a legible language.