Wednesday, 15 October 2008
But I was happy in my short story
You know what he did? Well, smart arse writer wants to spread his wings and decides that I am the one to lead the charge, so to speak. I told him I was perfectly happy as I was, one or two nice little transactions, discreet, keep your head down. But no, off to France and some little French number. I have to confess that tempted me, being something of a ladies man. The real problem was this business of being involved in the war. I has it sussed you see, I was to be a conscy, join the home guard and keep the businesses ticking over. His idea was that I was to be air crew lost over France.