It's only in recent years, getting to know other ex-RAF 'types', that I've come to realise that RAF humour was a thing apart .. It's amazing how many of the comedians of stage and screen in the 50's and 60's were ex-RAF.And I have dad to thank for passing some of that on to me.After cycling in that 1950 high summer's heat, right across the island almost from one end to the other, he also stood accused of being late!I was born at 4am, but he still had to finish his duty, and didn't arrive till 13.30.His access to Marsaxlokk was by bike down the lanes from his flat in Zejtun, through the villages, and over to the bay, and thence via launch and small RAF craft of varying descriptions out to the Sunderlands moored in deep water.As he often said, he thought he'd joined the Air Force, not the bloody Navy!That became a family joke, but by February of '52, they were glad to come back.
It seems to me he did well to get there at all without suffering a stroke.
Ironic therefore, that in volunteering for the post on Malta, he should find himself posted to Hal-Far, and the 1151 Marine Craft Unit, which serviced the radios and radars for the seaplanes down at RAF Kalafrana from their quays at Marsaxlokk.
Hal-Far was the location of the radio workshops where wireless sets were taken for major work 'on a bench'.
For conscripted 'erks', who remained in the UK, or were posted to some of the world's trouble spots, like Berlin, Korea and Malaya, and later Cyprus and Suez, life wasn't anything like so comfortable.
And always time to muck about with someone's engine. Considering his trade, I think some may have taken a dim view of a rookie airman snapping away at anything he liked. The few that I have don't tell any particular story, other than they give a sort of rough view of life for one groundcrew tradesman in the RAF in those years immediately after the war, and especially for those posted to Malta.