If they went to an Irish Bar Andy, are you sure they wanted to be found!!! People go in by the droves but only a few come out, or is that remember coming out? I don't know!!

Been there a few times in my life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi Frenchie, (Thanx Lisa Marie for getting in touch, I have been snowed under with work and sometimes the whole world gets away from me! apols!), when I read this thread i immediately had a smile wider than my face, (ouch!), and I was tempted to PM you directly with my story but I could only see me having to repeat this function on numerous occasions to others so I decided to post instead..
For those of you who do not know the origins of my nickname, buckle up, for those who do, TOUGH!!
Back in the day, Aug 1986, when I joined our great forces with others about my age I was but a whippet of a thing compared to my bulk today. That I say others were about my age is slightly incorrect as I was just 16yo and the 'Others' were up to 18yo. Of course, true to fashion, first thing to happen to us was, I won't say haircut because thats too tame but, I will say, hair removal. The next was a basic issue of the bog basic gear that we would need for the next bumpy spell in our lives. Runners and Togs!!!
Ok so there we have my first few hours out of the way..
The next few hours have affected my life ever since........!!!!!!!!!

How I remember with a laugh now but at the time this was not the case..!!
We started running, and running, and running, and running, and running... you get the picture.. anyway, we ran out the road, we ran in, and when we were running back under the archway to our parade ground our speedy gonzales handed us over to a drill Sgt without us even missing a pace. This drill Sgt, Hennessy, stood on the center of the Square and watched as we went around and around and around the Square. A comrade of his, an MP Sgt, went out to him and they struck up a conversation. And we went around and around and around.. Get the picture so far?

Anyway, after an age, at some point in the proceedings I got an almighty stitch in my side, so bad that I thought somone had reached up to their elbow in me and just pulled my spleen out through my Ar*e. I collapsed in a heap and the Drill Sgt calved.... I was immediately ambulanced off to the nearest military hospital and was queried appendicitis..
However, back at the ranch, the 'others' continued their training and continued to accept late arrivals into the platoon. This is where the original Jaf comes into its own!
On arrival, having received their new kit, newbies had to choose their own bedspace to keep their belongings but some of these newbie newbies went to choose MY bedspace, as I wasn't there, but were told that they couldn't have it because it had already been claimed. When they asked by whom, and of course nobody knowing anyone else, nobody could supply an answer except, "I don't know, Just Another F**king A**hole, (JAFA).
I recovered in hospital for about 3 days and returned to:
A: my bedspace had been relocated to right near the door, which turned out to be a good thing in the long run, and
B: everybody calling me JAFA!
In time Jafa turned to Jaffa which in turn changed to just Jaf!
I was sharing accomodation with these guys for about 18months when one lad became orderly for the week and came around looking for me.. He said to me that he had been given the roll call sheet and had seen my REAL name but hadn't recognised me from it. HE HAD ONLY FOUND OUT FOR THE FIRST TIME WHAT ME NAME WAS! AND HE HAD BEEN LIVING WITH ME FOR A YEAR AND A HALF!!!!!!!!!!.....
So there is where Jaf came from and in the intervening 17 years since I have left Devoy Barracks, which has since been demolished, Jaf became Jaffser, Jabnet, Jaffser O'Loonasa, Jaffy, Geoff and about as many other derivations as you can possibly think of. There are still people today that ONLY know me by my age old nickname 'Jaf'. A name that I have long since had an affinity with.
There you are Frenchie, the whole kit and caboodle..!
The story is so much better when I get to tell it in person but everybody will have to excuse my lame attempt of trying to introduce a little humour into what is quite a mundane story and I have to say that I am also very surprised that Arlene has taken such a shine to it!
Arlene, if you get this message, thank you for making me blush.. Not an easy acomplishment, as Rachel might have told you! x
Jaf,