Posted: 10/10/2016 at 09:57
Tetley, My old Dad gave me a talking too as a callow youth that has stood me in good stead all my days. "Listen Son" as we sat on the garden seat under the Victoria Plum Fan tree on a sunny wall. I thought here we go the true course of events to all those tall tales that were told behind the bike shed at school. "Pin back your ears, there are no floozies, bits of stuff, birds, flappers or ladies of the night, each and every one are LADIES and nothing less. Honour them, treat them with the utmost respect and never ever tell secrets to others, what passes between you and a Lady is your business and hers no one else" "follow that dictum and you will never go wrong". "Err" yes Dad still waiting for the rest but that was it. It became my mantra, the code of honour and it worked, always listen to your old Dad. So ladies when you form the queue be in disguise, a long black cloak pointy hat and a bowl full of frogs would do nicely I will see the lady under the muck. "Oh" and the sun warmed Victoria plums we ate were wonderful.