If anyone ever does ask, that is.
Yes it was a good week on the IOM. I went to strip an aeroplane down to get it transported by road to RAF Valley for repair. (It's engine had exploded and destroyed itself big time....... and damaged the rest of the 'plane)
It took nine and a half hours to get there in the wagon, then we had to unload all our kit. The hangar we were in would have been too rough to house rats in. We had to go through security searches every day just to get there. No toilet facilities so we had to go to the refueling post and ask to use theirs.
We worked (bloody hard too) for between 9 and ten hours every day.
But we had drinkypoos every night, we watched sport in the bar when we wanted too. Food was brilliant and lots of it. I went into a casino for the first time in my life. (Is losing fifty quid in five mins being successful by the way?) I went to the cemetary where my grandad is buried for the first time ever.
I went to see Lady Isabella, and was most impressed.
Got shanghaied into climbing Snaefell in the dark, with rain wind and sheep all around and was most unimpressed. (knackered my trainers and got covered in sheep shit and mud)
On the ferry back, the weather was so rough people were lying all over the floor being unwell. The waves were coming over the back of the ship!!!! My baccy, papers and filters all went overboard in the howling gale.
We forgot to take three important tools with us .... so had to improvise. (I just cut through the cables instead of disconnecting them. My mates used a bloody huge mallet to take the wheels off and we nicked a spoon fromm the hotel, then filed it down to the right shape to turn the fuel cock.)
Would I do it all again? Too bloody right I would