Its amazing how seeing "ooouuuuhhh erry" takes me right back to being a teenager again... Hello Gilly!
Smiling faces here, was that because we raided the WRAF block last night?
We seem to have been the last entry to pass out with the green and yellow hatbands and apprentice propellors on our arms. I seem to remember that they told us to remove them in Jan of 74 but we complained enough to get them to allow us to keep them (and our senior entry lanyards) until we passed out in Feb 74. By Oct 74 (231 entry) the propellors seem to have gone and by 76 (123 entry) neither seem to be worn.
So far Chas (Taff) Meacock, Terry Flaherty,
Dave Codling, Alan Codling, Eric Parsons, Martyn (Cider) Perring, Paul Hirst, John (Tich) Prendegast, John "Nelly" Nelson, Andy Hastings, Brian Duncan,
Ciaran Martin, Mike Barth, David (Geordie) Pyne, Dixie Dean, Mike DaSilva, Allan Dallison, Furgus Grant, Ray Fair, Malcom Harrison, Jeff Christian, Steve Thompson,
Steve Ferdenzi and Terry Hunt have checked in.
Dave Horton-Jones has been located but has not checked in yet. Adrian "Ozzy" Osbourne checked in but went awol
Unfortunately we have lost a few of our number over the years, Paul Riddle (aka Mole, because of the way his eyes looked when he peered out from under the blankets in the morning) died in an motorbike accident at RAF Valley a year or so after graduation,
Trevor Card died from a heart condition in the early eighties whilst at Honnington and Steve Joyce died of a brain tumor in the late 80's shortly after leaving the mob, somewhere along the line we lost Dick Carpenter as well. Ron (Seddy) Sedlicas passed away in
2012 in Canada. Les Rapple passed a few years ago. Last year (2018) we lost Brian Duncan, but at least a couple of 227 got up there to see him, Paul Hirst and This year Chas (Taff) Meacock
You are not forgotton lads.
This was taken 2 weeks after we arrived, hence the sad faces.
I think we were all wondering what had hit us!
I was saddened by the news that by best Cosford friend Chas (Taff) Meacock passed away in August of 2019. We met sitting awaiting to sign our attestation papers and soon realised that we shared a birthday, our parents and siblings were similar ages and he was just a nice guy, we formed an instant friendship. We even ended up with service numbers 1 apart. He didn't seem to settle on a name, Chas or Timothy so being the only guy with a slight Welsh accent he of course became "Taff" and had no say in the matter. Being 16 I guess age was important as we both went and found out what time we were born and I trimphantly claimed to be older but was trumped by him when he pointed out that he was born in New Zealand. However, in later life we both claimed to be the youngest! For the rest of the two years we always shared a pit space (until he went and got promoted) our bull night activities (such a shiney floor) and some mild competition on our marks in classes. Jill, his future wife was always on his mind and he often hitched home to see her with me occasionally tagging along. He had lived in the USA and his parents were still there so he did visit them once or twice, I got a pair of Levi's with button flys, exotic! and a huge cigar that took 5 of us to finish. He also regailed us with stories of his High school Tuba playing, which thankfully I never heard. Yes, he could be annoying, a morning person and I was not, so every morning I had all of his bedding slammed on top of me to encourage some movement, I just grumbled. We spent the eve of our 18th Birthday on R&I phase 3 expeditition which meant huddling under a collapsed soaking wet 2 man tent in a huge storm and our birthday in a laundrette drying our sleeping bags. Later on we were both busted for messing around when marching to workshops -- from the air no less! Our officer was flying over as we kicked a can and generally disrupted the march to annoy John Raynor our intrepid class leader.
The picture above was on our graduation day when we went our own ways but we did keep in contact over the years. The last time was at our 227 reunion a few years ago which looking back I am so glad we managed to get there. I'll miss you Taff, so much a part of my Cosford experience.
Rear: Malcom "H" Harrison, Steve Joyce
Front: Alan Codling, Dave Perry, David Codling
R+I Phase 2, somewhere in the hills of Welsh Wales..
Top Left picture from L to R are Fergus Grant (Fergy), Garry Frost (Frosty) , Steve Gilbert (Gilly), Ray Fair, Mike DaSilva (Dis) & Dave Emans
Top Center Andy, Gilly, Mal, Seddy ? Dixie
Top right, doing the Full Monty, Mal (Cobber) Teasdale
Bottom Left is Eric Parsons
Bottom Middle from L to R are Fergy, Ray fair, Wally Logan (ex 226) & Mike DaSilva (Dis)
Bottom right is Steve Gilbert (Gilly)
227 At play.. Alan Codling and Mike Barth, Sailing
Ahh the parades. This one was in London, I think for the President of Mexico
L-R:Chas Meacock, Dave Codling, Mike Barth, Alan Codling, Cieran Martin, Mike Dasilva, Terry Hunt, Alan Dallison,
Ray Fair, Dixie Dean, Terry Flaherty, John Prendegast, Steve Thompson, David Pine, Steve Ferdenzi.
Visiting Fulton Block, Terry Fly, Taff, Ray, Terry H, Steve
Geordie and Cieran
Geordy, Steve and Alan
Steve, Terry and Mike
Mike Barth and Cieran
Taff, David, Terry and Cieran
Ray Geordy, Steve and Cieran
Alan and Tich
Alan, Dave and Steve
Dave, Dis, Ray and Mike
Mike ALan, Dave and Steve
Dixie and Ray looking good, Terry fly working out how to chat up the Ladies, Steve wondering why.. Terry H drinking all the beer.. Taff holding the Camera
3am in the bar,
We partied like 18 year olds and woke up like 80 year olds....
Mike, Terry, Cieran, his wife, Terry, Dixie, Alan, Tich and Steve.
52 of us started on the 29th Feb 1972 and 39 graduated in 1974. 4 or 5 down-entries in our final number mean we lost almost 20 on the way.
However.. some of us got back classed which became 227D as there were no immediate entries behind us. known as the "Dirty Dozen" 227D were:-
Graham Tibbets (Tiddles)
Ian Huyton (Shag)
Kev Dickinson (Dicko)
Uggy? (ex 226)
Phil Wright (ex 226)