Britain was fairly grim , rationing was still in place ,for example most
people bought their clothing from the local army and navy store , up until
the age of eight I went to school dressed as a Japanese Admiral !! This
really
of my teachercause I outranked him, he was only a captain !!!!!!
The nit nurse used to come round once a month to examine our hair , one by
one we stepped forward and she pulled our heads into her bosom all starched
and smelling of disinfectant , for years I thought dettol was a perfume.I
loved it and could easily have stood in her medicinal embrace all day
long.All to soon however she would declare me fit and I would return to my
seat whilst the likes of poor little Charlie "the firebug" Fowler who always
had nits was seperated from the rest of us and made to stand in the corner ,
6 years old ,his red rimmed eyes watering as he cast furtive glances in our
direction whilst a large green snot bubble grew slowly from his
nose.Although I too was only 6 I knew this wasn't justice and besides
Charlie and I where friends ,like me he was also a member of the Imperial
Japanese Navy .Although he was only a petty officer we all admred the
bullet holes across the back and down one side of his jacket.
Charlie and I once set fire to a church, hence his nick name but thats
another story and I might have told you all of this before ?
I still say to this day they picked on me 
and it had nothing to do with the fact I was a cheeky little fecker.
