By Spike Milligan
'At Victoria station the R.T.O. gave me a trip warrant, a white feather and an image of Hitler marked 'This is your enemy'. I searched each compartment, yet he wasn't at the train'. Spike Milligan's at the march, blitzing buddy and foe alike together with his uproarious reminiscences of military lifestyles from enlistment to the touchdown at Algiers in 1943. Bathos, pathos and gales of drunken laughter, and insane army goonery explode in superlative Milliganese.
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That’s no bloody good,” she said. “Madam, every last penny will be repaid,” said Harris. gingivitis. Somewhere on the steppes of Russia squadrons of Red tanks were advancing on all fronts. But England too was in there somewhere. Hastings had had the pleasure of sounding their sirens about fifty times—Eastbourne about forty, but Bexhill sulked unrecognised. Then it came. A Wednesday night, late in March 1940, the band was doing a gig at a private house in Pevensey Drive. A well heeled ex-army major was throwing a house party on the occasion of his daughter’s coming-of-age.
P. we heard the whistle as the rare projectile passed overhead into the Channel, a pause, a splash, then silence…it was a dud. How could the Third Reich stand up to this punishment! Next day at low tide we were sent out to look for traces of the lost projectile; we didn’t, but it was a nice day for that sort of thing. , Bexhill, the day after the famous dud shell was fired, looking for traces of the lost projectile Gunner Milligan at the mighty Spandau LIFE IN BEXHILL 1940-41 In Bexhill life carried on.
Leather Suitcase as usual gave him fourteen days, and he was remanded for a psychiatrist’s report. “I don’t like the uniform,” Neat told the psychiatrist. ” “It’s dangerous. ” The report said: “There is nothing wrong with this man. ” “Right,” said Leather Suitcase. ” “Look sir,” said Neat, hopefully. ” “Finished? Right! ” Nead stood tottering for a moment. ” This got him another fourteen daps on top of the fifty-six. After this he was posted. Where to? The Tower Armoury. Gunner Herman Frick was our hypochondriac.