murray...they couldn't and didn't resist me, although sometimes I had to spin a yarn.
1953 my grandma paid for me to go to Butlins Skegness, with my mate as i was going to med school on September of that year. First night i pulled a bird who worked on the hardware counter in Woolworth's Wolverhampton, played my cards but got nowhere. Second night, sqad changed tactics and i admitted that i was a fast jet fighter pilot flying the Gloster Meteor from R.A.F Woodhal Spa......that did the trick. I asked her for her photograph and she happened to have one in her chalet. ...........CHALET???? you have to be joking.....from there it was a straight road.