OK, maybe not ran away, more like my mum packed my bag and only gave me enough bus fare for a one way trip. Two years later, the Junior Leaders and the Catering College were, more than likely, glad to see the back of me and watched my intake pass out with a collective sigh of relief.
Various tours of duty followed (Sheona�s writing this � obviously � and can�t be bothered to check my CV� sheesh!) until I finally ended up serving chips and omlette over the hotplate to a staggeringly beautiful, witty and intelligent WRAC. Or Sheona as we all know her.
Smitten I begged her to marry me, and this she did on Bob Dylan�s birthday (look it up if you don�t know) in 1985. It was a great wedding, still talked about in my family to this day, except that the bride�s idea of hospitabily greeting guests with sherry was translated by her brain into: �one for the guest one for me� so she was fairly plastered. Look at the eyes on her!
We returned to Germany, where we �honeymooned� by scrounging lifts from like-minded (musically speaking) friends, friends of friends and downright strangers (Hi Loz!) and went to several open air rock festivals. Those were, indeed, the days my friend.
We moved around a bit, Sheona renaged on her promise to the Royal Corps of Signals (or Bleeps) and absconded into the Intelligence Corps. She�ll explain that, because this page is mine, all mine I tell you!
We eventually ended up in M�nchengladbach, where we both finally threw in the towel, and plumped for a grown-up life outside of the Army. (She jumped first though.)
We ended up living in a beautiful apartment (ok ok, flat, but apartment sounds much more exotic) � actually, since it was on the top two floors, it could be described as a penthouse apartment (!) in Krefeld. We had a great time, especially since it was located in the middle of town and we didn�t need to get taxis or drive anywhere. A typical Saturday evening would be: get home from work at around 11pm, get changed, out to the Pferdestall (where we�d be the only two) stay �till 2am then cross the road for pizza, back to the Pferdestall (where we�d still be the only two) until chucking out time at 5am. Obviously something happened to change all that.
Meet Saskia. |
