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I've
never cared for very much, so I am not worried from that angle.
It is a room at the Police Station which I share with six
outsize Speed Cops and a member of the W.V.S. who comes in
during the mornings, to help absorb the remaining spot of
ozone. She is not here this afternoon, which is a pity, be-cause
there's a lot of work come in and she's very restful on the
eye and has a very nice shape if you like shapes.
The Speed Cops are also out on their jobs, so I am finding
it very quiet. I am wishing someone would ring up and ask
me to play golf. I feel I could just knock the ‘L’ out of
GOF this afternoon.
I am awakened by the telephone.
I give my well-known impersonation of an Orderly Room Corporal
taking a call,
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because I am always of the opinion that it is a very good
thing to be able to say I'm out if the bloke at the other
end is a guy I don't care for a lot. It is the Zone Commander
himself, so I tell him at once that I am in.
Now this Zone Commander is a very nice
character indeed and generally asks me what
time it is. Not that he hasn't a watch, but he likes to pull
my leg about a little joke at my expense which I find it difficult
to live down.
This little joke goes in this way: One day he comes along
with the Area Commander, who is very anxious to have a look
at our proposed sites for road blocks. About noon, we find
ourselves near a golf club, where I am still looked upon
as a member pending my reply to the secretary's last letter.
Now, it occurred to me that this was an excellent opportunity
for us to commit drinking. So I invite one and all to have
something to kill any germs we may have picked up during
the morning. I also think that sites for road blocks have
far more appeal after a couple of what have you.
Whilst we are pleasantly occupied with this act, I go out
to telephone our next halt to order lunch. During my absence
the Area Commander thinks that perhaps the germs are not
quite all dead and wishes to try the effect of the other
half. So he asks the steward what my particular remedy is.
The steward, after
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