A typical Crabfat!
Me old Man did a years unacompanied on RAF Gan (Maldives) in the middle of the Indian Ocean in 1970/71. There was one female on the island. A fifty odd year old WRVS volunteer who had all the charm of an Old Manky Mattress according to Pop.
His homcoming was a belter! Pop and Mummy toddled off to the Mess at the RAF camp we were living at. (West Raynham, Norfolk) Mummy was dressed to kill. Anyway Pop got as handcarted as you can get with his Mates. Mummy was a tad annoyed but took solice in the fact that he was going to share the marriage bed with her that night.
Come the return to the MQ and Mummy goes into the Bathroom to get herself ready. Pop Zonks out in the Marriage Bed. Half an hour later Mummy slips between the sheets, Pop wakes up. Pop screams out "Get the F**k out of me bed you Barsteward!" and promptly plants one on Mummy!
The next morning Mummy was the proud owner of a corking black eye! Pop was very sorry but it was far to late for that. He slept in the spare bed in my room for the next few days. That played havoc with my nightime plans! And no I don't mean playing with meself. My much older girlfriend (she was a worldly wise 17 year old hottie, I was 15) lived across the road and I was out of the house and up the drainpipe and into her Bedroom most nights learning all about the Birds n Bees. One hell of a Summer Holiday was 1971!
A couple of years later when I was in 40 I asked Pop why he did what he did that night. Strangely he declined to tell me!!!?
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