The tale ends with bird to bootneck "don't love me" bootneck strolls off having wasted enough precious free time in said birds delightful company. Too true about the strike mate
People like that didn't really bother me much, what did get my back up a bit was the numerous very rich insurance companies who refused to insure my house because I was in HM Forces and likely to be away ('away' keeping them safe to earn their massive profits and give their Gareth Cheeseman's the latest Mondeo). Hey ho 
