There were 3 Regiment Cpls on our intake at Swinderlitz and the name of the game was to make sure they left Swinderby terrified of the Regiment. First day in we used to man the JNCO’s office on the top floor and watch the pond life arriving. There was always sone smart arse who wanted to make a name for himself – popping into the office, can we put our kit away Cpl – The scotsman who runs a Museum in Hartlepool latterly would do his best shrug and say “please yourself” to which the slimer would tell his room Its ok you can put your kit away in the lockers. 20 mins later and into the room would be another rock Cpl, charming, urbane and handsome, runs a small heritage centre near Honington, and looks about and asks “who told you you could put your filthy civilian clothes in our lockers?” Back come the answer”the other Cpl Cpl” the point is then made “don’t do anything until you are specifically told to do so and ( a choice phrase I learned from George Burdon) don’t you flare your horselike nostrils at me bonny lad – Get that kit packed away NOW!  Stalk out leaving confusion and chaos, go down stairs and half an hour later Wally would wander upstairs and …you guessed it, wanders in and sees all the newly packed kit and goes off the deep end “I thought I told you to get your kit squared away” . Only takes a couple of them to drive the most well educated and balanced airman to the edge of insanity. Naturally on the first night, the Sarge would brief them and Wal and I and occasionally Hendry and Ginge used to be in the other room throwing lockers around and making strange aggressive sounds, at a certain key word during Toms speech, he would beseech the recruits not to upset the Rocks. what he didn’t tell them was that we had unscrewed the hinges to the room door and when he got to this bit we would race down the corridor and hit the loosened door about 2 feet up from the bottom and causing the Hanna Barbera scene where the door smashes flat and we were left standing on the door growling at the recruits. After a day 1 like that – never had any bother with them – psychological warfare