I'd heard the story about the army/navy mechanic saying "the ****ing ****er is ****ing ****ed. Another story from Northern Ireland in the early '70's involves a soldier at a Checkpoint stopping and searching a car with a father and son on board. The father and son were transporting Runners Clocks which were used in betting shops at the time. At that time, the only way to place a bet on the horses or dogs was by either placing it on the racetrack, or with a bookmaker. A ‘clock’ was a stopwatch in a solid steel case and one, or two, very stout canvass bags with concertina metal openings that could be locked to the case with a sharp snap. The betting slips were put in the bag before the start of the race, the bag was locked in and this started one of the stopwatches. The clock, when full, was then taken by a 'runner' to the bookmaker’s office and exchanged for another. The bookmaker, who had the only key, could then unlock the clock and check that bets had been placed before the start of races. The father and son had a number of these clocks in a bag in the boot, taking them back to the Bookmaker to exchange for new ones and a number of them were still ticking. The soldier, in a somewhat panicked state (quite rightly), shouted to the father and son: "Get your ****ing ****ers above your ****ing ****er and get over to that ****ing ****er". Loosely translated as: Get your arms above your head and get over to that wall".
