Squadron Leader!
Friday, September 9th, 2005 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanThe working week draws to a close and I move ever closer to my week off.
The weather has broken - for now at least - and in London it is tipping down. This is Ashes winning weather, and with luck it will continue for another three days or so before brightening up again. Ideally, of course, I should like us to win the series without the help of the weather, but needs must when the devil drives, as they say. England's first innings total of 373 all out, whilst competent, could have been better. In the meantime, the England bowlers' inability to grab an Aussie wicket before bad light stopped play left them at a distressing 112-0. So rain, rain, rain, I say.
In the meantime, I have acquired a paper that shows the military equivalents of civil service grades. As a Higher Executive Officer I find myself torn as to whether I would prefer to be known as a Lieutenant-Commander (RN), a Major (Army), or Squadron Leader (RAF). Were I one grade higher, the choice would be a little harder, since the equivalent ranks would pan out at Commander, Lieutenant-Colonel and Wing Commander respectively.
Hm. Decisions, decisions.
I note, by the way, that I am equivalently graded to a Metropolitan Police Chief Inspector. In the old days, before the practice was ended by the Met, I could have (in principle at least)disciplined a Bobby on the beat by making a note in his note book. I wonder if that still pertains in the West Mercia Constabulary or the Heddlu Gogledd Cymru1, the forces whose respective areas I shall be in over the next few days....?
1Any of my Woolyback chums should excuse the spelling.
The weather has broken - for now at least - and in London it is tipping down. This is Ashes winning weather, and with luck it will continue for another three days or so before brightening up again. Ideally, of course, I should like us to win the series without the help of the weather, but needs must when the devil drives, as they say. England's first innings total of 373 all out, whilst competent, could have been better. In the meantime, the England bowlers' inability to grab an Aussie wicket before bad light stopped play left them at a distressing 112-0. So rain, rain, rain, I say.
In the meantime, I have acquired a paper that shows the military equivalents of civil service grades. As a Higher Executive Officer I find myself torn as to whether I would prefer to be known as a Lieutenant-Commander (RN), a Major (Army), or Squadron Leader (RAF). Were I one grade higher, the choice would be a little harder, since the equivalent ranks would pan out at Commander, Lieutenant-Colonel and Wing Commander respectively.
Hm. Decisions, decisions.
I note, by the way, that I am equivalently graded to a Metropolitan Police Chief Inspector. In the old days, before the practice was ended by the Met, I could have (in principle at least)disciplined a Bobby on the beat by making a note in his note book. I wonder if that still pertains in the West Mercia Constabulary or the Heddlu Gogledd Cymru1, the forces whose respective areas I shall be in over the next few days....?
1Any of my Woolyback chums should excuse the spelling.