Warramunga part 2
There is a bit more to this story…at the cocktail party was the head of..one of the television stations in town..and his very pretty young daughter..not long out of one of those..up your nose girls schools I’d imagine. Dad got talking to him, and launched into his story..and the daughter..pretty like, but dreadfully young..but just the right age for all the midshipmen..budding officers and admirals they could be..you get the picture…she comes over all excited..your Dad is talking to my Dad!..Ah…and prattled on..hmmm..I sized it all up fairly smartly, and decided that I’d..not take an active role, but ..hang around for a bit. Well, 5 minutes on, and she still had plenty to say..her Dad sauntered over, and took in the scene! His ewelamb, in the clutches of some nefarious old prick, not 2 cents to rub together, while there are perfectly good budding officers there for the taking. Who, I might add, were a tad slow in seizing this opportunity. They started to gather around however..one of them introduced me..well, I put my hand out…nooo, he didn’t want to shake that!..I held it there..and one of the midshipmen actually said, Mr…sir, he’s waiting to shake your hand sir!..Well, brief handshake, dropped it like it was on fire, gave me a filty look. Me smiling didn’t help matters at all either.. I edged out out a tad, and then we all got the hint, we had a pretty young thing, surrounded by her fathers choice of suitors…all went well after that. Dad and I did a few more laps..and the father never did learn that he was patron to an organisation I was part of..I kept my head down when I needed to!
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