OVER THE LAST few weeks, I have been privy to view the RAF's men during their free time. However honourable the service is and distinguished the men may act during working hours, their off-time is NOT in any way prim or proper.
During their stay, I have seen more nudity and off-colour hijinks than when I was in basic training for the US Air Force. And we in BMT were not happy to see eachother naked.
This does not seem to be the case for Her Majesty's soldiers.
They ENJOY running about completely unclothed for all guests and staff to see. They ENJOY "goating" eachother (if you are unsure of the meaning of this, please watch Waiting). They ENJOY relaxing in the jacuzzi with one another, which seems quite normal.
Only they are NUDE. They are ALWAYS nude.
As unusual as this is, they also enjoy playing practical jokes on the staff. Moving furniture has been a constant favourite. Swimming across the shallow 20 foot indoor fountain is another, as well as throwing themselves or eachother down the staircase and attempting to jump from floor to floor rather than using the convenient elevator that Mr. Waterman and Mr. Otis so kindly introduced to modern architecture.
As disconcerting as all of this has been, I will be sad to see them go. I could have suggested a few tricks to them myself.
Like lighting eachother on fire. That would have been a good one.
[That is all]
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