Thanks to Jim Boyle for recounting some of his memories on life with room mates . . .
My room was Ade C, Colin B, Alan M, Mark F. But we were really close. What a roller coaster of life and events that 3 years was. I lost count of how many times I washed pots and pans in the kitchens for parade inspection infringements.
One that always makes me chuckle is when our room went out mid week to Aylesbury, there was a Bells whiskey promotion on, I woke up in the morning, 5 mins to go before parade, (knew straight away where I was going in the evening), with Ade cuddling me (what the heck was he doing in my bed? The cheeky b+++++++ bed was perfectly made from the day before) and he had puked on the side of my head, went on the parade with my ear full of carrots. Cpl Clot went berserk. Mark had puked in his beret and had to put it on his head.