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Well I guess she was not the barrowman's wife, but a first class Piccadilly commando. Duke and I did a pub crawl and found that there were a new regiment that was all spit and polish that had just arrived. These chaps did not know the currency and the bar maids took the opportunity to short change them. One bar maid tried this on Duke and I and shortchanged us two shillings. We informed her we had been over here for a long while and would like to have our money back. This person never smiled just reached on top of the till and handed over our money. Sort of had the look that never mind I will catch a few dumb newcomers, Yanks or Canucks, and get a few shilling for myself. We ended up in a pub where there was great wall murals. One mural depicted our Capt, Wolf, and here on the wall was a caricature of our Capt Laddie Wolf. Some where along the way we found ourselves talking to three or four girls. I think we bought them a drink and decided we would see them to their home. I guess we looked like a pair of fellows that would see them safely home. We said where do you live and what bus do we catch? There is where it unfolds all the buses were stopped for the night. Duke and I walked these girls across the Thames river and all the way out to Clapham Junction, miles and miles, and with a cheerio Canada and thank you for seeing us safely home. Duke and I then about turned and headed back into London. I think getting to our digs about five AM.
Oh well we did see London and decided that we had a good time, but maybe not by some of our buddies' standards .