last 'Lamp' post serenade.
was 11:30 pm. It was during the war. I was wakened by the sound
of singing - loud raucous singing and shouting, coming from the
street - I lay there listening to badly sung "Rugby" type songs
- punctuated by many shouts of "keep quiet" "get down" from irate
I staggered out of bed and looked out of
my window to see in the moonlight, a young airman, 18/19 yrs old,
swinging crazily around the top of a lamp post. At the bottom stood
his young girl friend, who lived a few doors away, pleading with
him to stop. After much persuading he eventually climbed down and
was taken indoors and peace reigned.
The following day, this event was the main
topic of the day among the neighbours voicing their disgust and
disapproval of the drunken behaviour of this young airman. His girlfriend
was made very much aware of it!
The next day I was out in the street when
this young girl appeared on her way back from work - one of the
neighbours shouted "Hey Vera - how's your noisy boyfriend?" The
girl paused, and looking him straight in the eye, said, "Don't worry
- he won't bother you again - he was killed last night over Germany."
He was an Air Gunner.
'Humble Pie' was the main dish of the day for the street, for weeks
By T. Cartwright