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Letters to UK Air Cav’s very own Agony Uncle: Auntie Paul
Remember all letters published will get a free trip to Iraq as a prize.
I can’t allow you to know my name but recently at an event I had to go home early on the Sunday morning. If I can just give you some details dearest Auntie I am sure you’re wise, and dare I say, sage council will help me out. What happened was this. I made my way to the refreshments pavilion on the Saturday evening after a small libation or to with some of the fellows in the UK Air Cav by our encampment area. Whilst at the on site bar I had a couple more aperitifs and by the end of the evening, I and three other members of the company were asked to vacate the premises. This I did in a stylish manner (as ever) and I retired to my hostel. Then in the night, horror of horrors! It rained, rained Auntie, now as you know I’m not good in the rain so in the morning whilst feeling a little…delicate I abandoned ship and wended my not so merry way home. Auntie was I wrong to do so? And will the chaps call me names? This is my crime, should I be punished?
KC and the Sunshine band.
Dearest Mellow Yellow,
Um, this is a tricky one. I’m afraid that you’ll have to stand the ribbing. Yes “a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do” as the great man, Sir John of Wayne once said and if you were feeling a little “Poorly” them home was probably the best but equally a piss take opportunity should NEVER be missed. So bad luck old sport. Any way I’m almost sure no one noticed.
Auntie “always there for you all” Paul
Not sure who it's from.........