I was not a regular in Warri, being an aviator and all, but I do remember one night having dinner with drinks at Auntie's Kitchen with the crew from WT. Well, really it was having drinks, mostly, but never mind that now.
I was deep in conversation about Wimmin's Rights then with a young, somewhat idealistic Brit. I thought that we were both having a joke, given all the young, fit bints flitting past on some sort of private errands which I took to involve "money for hand, back for ground; the world's oldest profession." Who could stay that idealistic in that sump of depravity?
Then dinner arrived, breaded giant prawns dripping with oil. "Are these fried in King's Oil?" asked our idealist.
"Oh, yes Sah!" came the reply.
"I never eat anything fried in King's Oil," said the idealist.
"Oh, goody," said I, "I will have them." At that point it became clear that the man really did believe all that feminist stuff that i was just parroting, having a joke!