I think this was the one when a visiting Canadian airman who flew one of the first Comets(and who bought a copious amount of very strong gin with him) walked through an upstairs landing window thinking it was the way to the bog.He landed in the garden unhurt save a badly cut hand and had to be carted of to hospital,thank the lord he left the gin.Poor chap wasn't allowed to fly the Comet back to Canada though.
Good parties,never bettered,no trouble and those with to much of the hard stuff just found a bed and drifted off leaving no room for those with naughty thoughts hence no fights...!
Photo by Gee ....with trusted Rolleiflex 4x4
Brilliant photo, Gerald. Interested in the story of the canadian and the comet, having a connection with both ... as you know the comet design became the nimrod with the addition of a bomb bay!
ReplyDeleteIf he later went on to Nimrods I hope they showed him where the bog was Sheila...! xx
ReplyDeleteI swear that Canadian is my departed father in law. Tail gunner Joe.
ReplyDeleteComet pilot's christian name. FRED! If that helps.
ReplyDeleteLampshade designer. David Whitehouse! If that helps.
Fatface hogging R/H corner . . .
brocolanonymous. as if that matters.
I remember well those kinds of parties - always gin and it, or something, in those days! Standing on the sink was probably perilous!
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, the best parties...you'd still find me in the Sinatra group.
ReplyDeleteNotice that people dressed, as opposed to turning up like the dog's dinner.