So here I am fresh from a year in Gibraltar now just arrived at my next port of call – HMS Osprey, Portland. This is were I was to meet and marry Sue (29 years on and going strong).
Many a happy night would be spent in the Flying Fish, Osprey's club – all establishments have something similar.
On this evening I was eyeing up the local talent on bop night- Weymouth's finest would often visit.
On this particular evening I was making a fool of myself on the dance floor with a striking blonde bit. OK, OK! It was the Babysham girl! And – Yes! It was a cardboard cut out – damn it I was desperate!
Well, a charming new baby wren, who I had not noticed, seemed to have found me interesting and, I later learnt, was a bit miffed I had ignored her charming self. Poor deluded girl! To cut a long story short. I treated this poor deluded girl for an ingrowing toenail. Wooed her at a party with a hidden bottle of Bailleys.
Many years later we are still happily married. All I can think to explain this is that she must still be very deluded indeed!
