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Selection; then he went back to the squadron and I caught sight of him again
in Malaya.
Everybody was after stitching Fraser up. Like Steve, he had been in
heavy drop before transferring to Para Reg, and the easiest way to spark him
up was to say, "Fraser, when you were in the Ordnance Corps .
It started with putting a kipper in the little portable radiator in his
room so it was stinking for weeks, and got worse from there. He was a
big-time boxer with a broken nose and cauliflower ears, spending hours in
the gym punching the bag. He used to love watching bouts on the TV. A fight
that he particularly wanted to watch was coming up one evening, so to stop
himself getting stitched up, he locked himself in his room with a sixpack of
beer and a pile of sandwiches. Poor bloke, he spent the whole fight
wondering why the channels kept hopping. He got more and more irate. He
didn't cotton on to the fact that all the television sets in the building
were exactly the same, and each one had an identical remote control. We'd
spent the evening outside his window, flicking the channel button and
tittering like schoolgirls.
Purple in the face, he was so angry, Fraser deciaea to salvage a bit of
the evening by going out for a pint. He went to have a shave, only to
discover that as he was lathering his face with his shaving stick, a prawn
gradually materialized. Somebody had cut the stick in half, grooved out the
center, inserted an old prawn, and then soaped it all up again. Fraser
stormed around the compound throwing a major eppie scoppie, while even the
innocent hid behind locked doors, giggling.
"Solid Shot" was there from the Signals. He came from somewhere up
north and annoyed the hell out of all of us, being a big old boy and one of
life's natural good lookers. He had all his own teeth, and they were white;
he did the weights and a bit of running, and his only physical imperfection
was that he sometimes found it hard to walk because there were so many women
hanging around his feet. He had also got in on the Selection before me. He
was very experienced, having done the Falklands and been over the water
before; he was also very funny and confident. His nickname had come about
because his favorite weapon was a Remington pump-action shotgun. There were
different kinds of ammunition that we used for shotguns, including a round
called solid shot-basically a big lump of lead. He was always running around
with his favorite Remington pump action, so he came to be called Solid Shot.
But really it had a secret meaning; it also meant that he was thick as
shit. And he must have been because he never switched on to it.
Eddie's motto was: All work and no play keeps you alive to fight
another day. He was ex-Para Reg, ex-embassy, ex-Falklands. He shared a room
with Al Slater, who was still as I remembered him from the jungle: very
straightforward and very serious about everything. His nickname was Mr.
Grumpy, and somebody managed to find the appropriate Mister Men sticker to
put on his door.
Jock and Johnny Two-Combs shared a room. Somebody had had a notice
printed and put up on their door that said: "Johnny and jock's Hairdressing
SaloonMince and a rinse, L2.50-Johnny's famous blue rinse, kl.50," and so
on, complete with two bone hair models from the sixties with styles like
Engelbert Humperdinck.
Boredom's a terrible thing.