Wish I hadn't written that
Having regrettably answered a letter pinned to the Wardroom notice board from a young lady seeking to partner any young unattached officer to the forthcoming ARK ROYAL de-commissioning ball, I described myself - not altogether honestly, it being a post-Happy Hour letter - as a tall, dark, handsome, rugged Phantom pilot with a GSOH, and indicating that I may be interested, if she would kindly send a photo of herself.
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She wrote back, indicating that she too was tall, was the daughter of an Army Major, enjoyed outdoor pursuits, had a GSOH; and she enclosed a 'Country Life' debutant-esque studio photograph complete with dramatic backdrop, hacking jacket, plus fours, carnaby cap, and with pedigree dalmation, which she titled "Me and my Dog".
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Writing back what I hoped would be taken as a humorous rejection, I asked the ultimate question: "Nice picture, which one's the dog?".
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After some weeks of the ship's final deployment - we were in Malta at the time - the Commander summons young erk, having received an irate letter from lady's mum asking him whether or not 6Z3 the lad with the GSOH, was escorting her daughter to the ball. He explained to me in single syllable terms that I was!
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Actually, ignoring the fact that with her hair piled high into a tiara and wearing 4 inch heels she was some 18 inches taller than me, we had quite a good time in the end, but I did have some problems explaining to my then GF why I wasn't taking her!!!