Oh Treesa!
Poor bloody horse couldn't help fallin' in the barret. Fancy wantin' to kill it.
Ha ha.
Wonder how many of us fell in barrets ot one time or another.
Sorta off the topic but old Captain Drama from Patair told a story about himself.
Drama would have been No. 1 in TAA if the ex RAAF lads at the top were a bit more broad minded in the late forties.
Drama preferred gents to ladies.
Couldn't have "THAT sort" in TAA.
Drama had been down at Madang hotel for a long evening of genial company.
At rather a late hour he decided to walk back to the mess.
Was striding out along the road past the golf course (prob'ly marchin' in time to a Chune he was whistling while rememberin' the great old days when he was a Wingco in the RAAF and didn't have dumb F.Os who couldn't do a thing right) when he stumbled and fell.
Luckily he was alone and no one saw this shameful exhibition.
Got up and fell over again, tearin' his trousers and damaging a knee on the coronus surface.
Sat on the road for a while, while the world spinned.
After a rest, got up and continued his homeward journey, deciding to maybe take the pledge.
Gettin' old and unable to hold his booze. Not good to become one of those dried up old New Guinea "alkeys" who talked to themselves.
Hid the daks and then slept it off .
Next morning at breakfast he got a bit of a surprise when the subject of last nights GOURIA came up.
Felt greatly relieved and didn't take the pledge.
Drama was one of those blokes with many tens of thousands of hours in the DC-3.