The 81st Entry
RAF Halton Aircraft Apprentices
Sept 1955 - July 1958
ISSUE No. 12 - AUGUST 2007
The Journal of the 81st Entry
Editor: Mike Stanley
Welcome to the twelth edition of The Journal.
Practically the same contributors as in the last issue.
Surely amongst our membership there are others with tales to tell, but maybe without the time, or inclination, to write them up?
Please make the effort. This is our entry journal and depends on all the entry, not just a few, to keep it going.
Perhaps First & Last has run it's course and the lack of different contributors points to a lack of interest?
That being the case then there isn't much point in flogging a dead horse and we can call it a day.
I await your response.
Mike
Mike
New Articles
The Continuing Adventures of Adrian Gates by Adrian Gates
The Further Adventures of Alan Lowther by Alan Lowther
Your 1950's Desert Island Discs? by Wille Keays
Jolly Hockey Sticks by Mike Stanley
Life After The RAF Pt II by Malcolm (Mac) Mason
If you have any comments on articles in the Journals, or just want to say 'Hi!' to old friends please CONTACT US
It will be published in due course on our FEEDBACK PAGE
You will all remember how we used to look up to, or fear, our 3A Wing Senior Entry, the 74th. Joe Bosher has created a great web page and newsletter. Have a look at it !
And just for you hairy bikers, or ex-bikers, here are the words of a piece of motor-bike history:
The Terror of Highway 101
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up sickle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
Well, he never washed his face and he never combed his hair
He had axle grease imbedded underneath his fingernails
On the muscle of his arm was a red tattoo
A picture of a heart saying, "Mother, I love you"
He had a pretty girlfriend by the name of Mary Lou
But he treated her just like he treated all the rest
And everybody pitied her and everybody knew
He loved that doggone motorcycle best
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up sickle that took off like a gun
That fool was the terror of Highway 101
Mary Lou, poor girl, she pleaded and she begged him not to leave
She said, "I've got a feeling if you ride tonight I'll grieve"
But her tears were shed in vain and her every word was lost
In the rumble of an engine and the smoke from his exhaust
He took off like the Devil; there was fire in his eyes
He said "I'll go a thousand miles before the sun can rise."
But he hit a screamin' diesel that was California-bound
And when they cleared the wreckage, all they found
Was his black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
But they couldn't find the 'cicle that took off like a gun
And they never found the terror of Highway 101
Excused Boots and Heavy Breathing?
Alan England Airframe Fitter
At summer camp I was put on light duties as I had a problem with my ankle. Some of the entry thought I was a skiver as I never had to help with "Lavender Dan" and the thunder buckets, nor peel those mountains of spuds that miraculously appeared every morning, nor go on that route march on that scorching hot day.
However on the last day at camp I was taken off light duties and put to humping all the baggage. Needless to say this did my ankle no good at all, which swelled up something alarming.
On my return to Halton it took me nearly an hour to hobble down to Sick Quarters, from where I was quickly whisked away to hospital .I was released next day with my leg in plaster; it was found that my ankle had been fractured for the past six weeks.
So much for me skiving!!
