Was up at Uxbridge this afternoon to see Middlesex v the touring South Africans. Not a particularly interesting day’s cricket as the visitors plundered a weak Middlesex attack.
Overheard three older chaps talking. I couldn’t help but listen after I heard this…
‘Of course, Bridgitte Bardot was a sex kitten... And just look at her now.’
[general agreement]
‘And Dorris Day…’
[more assent]
At this point the second chap chimed in...
‘Of course, you’re a little bit older than us. Do you remember Betty Grable?’
‘Oh yes. The girl in the sweater?’
‘No. The legs, the legs.’
The conversation progressed to tales of National Service days. The Betty Grable questioner was recounting an episode that had brought him into contact with a colonel in the Home Guard, whose brown boots he remembered vividly.
‘He hadn’t served in the Second World War. He hadn’t served in the First World War. He’d served in the Boer War…’
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