Many years ago when I was going through one of my wild phases and during one of my (several) periods of employment with Bristow, NEO and I were both going through divorces and we were based at old Warri Texaco. One of our new pilots had come out with us a few times to Aunty's Kitchen and to try and drive away the night fighters claimed that he was gay. This was of no use as they happily informed him that they could quickly cure him of that
. On return from his next leave he had bought a dog collar and bible and when we used to visit Aunties he wore them and we called him Captain the Reverend Jonathan Gaylord Fudgepacker III. I guess it worked because even though he enjoyed a run ashore he always returned home alone.
I wonder if Aunty's is still there? It sometimes used to do very good bushmeat barbecues at the weekend. It was owned by an expat, married to a Nigerian and when he died he was buried in the garden.