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Bertie gets laid at last

It was jolly hot. It was in the summer holidays. I had risen early and so had escaped from mother’s clutches as I was determined to go to Hamley’s toy shop to purchase the recently announced Bassett Lowke Flying Fox locomotive for my train set. Mother had forbidden me from having a car and it was against school policy to have a motor car anyway, so I was on platform one at Slough station waiting for the 9.15 to Paddington when I espied Dotty Collingwood waiting for ths same train.

“Good golly,it’s Dotty is it not,why you’re quite grown up,” I profferred, “Out unchaperoned, how adventurous.”

“Bertie it is nineteen thirty not the dark ages,” she reminded me, “Still at Eton I see,” she ventured noting my tie.

“Still can’t pass the bally exam for Civil servce college,” I explained.

“You must be the oldest pupil in history,” she laughed.

“Probably,” I agreed, “Stuck in a bit of a rut,” I explained, “Can’t get the hang of this buggery thing, Old Jankers says you need at least a D in buggery to get into the Civil service.”

“Really, too much information,” she replied,

“Thing is,” I explained, “We have double buggery between Prep and Latin just when the 7.32 Acton to Bristol West comes through with Forty or a Forty Seven and we can see it from my room so Withers Minor, my fag, and I watch that instead of practising buggers like we should.”

“Train’s coming,” Dotty said.

“It’s a County Tank Dotty, I have a model of one on my railway.” I explained as it ...

... hustled past and braked harshly.

Dotty went to enter the third class, “I say, that’s cattle class, we’re down here,” I said grasping her by the arm.”

She protested but I bundled her into first, “All wooded seats and saw dust, Mother says she knew someone who caught fleas in third class,” I explained.

“But I only have a third class ticket,” Dotty protested.

“Silly goose, good job I came along then,” I explained, "Third class is for tradesmen, Mother says you should always, always travel first”.

“I can’t afford it Bertie,” Dotty explained, “Daddy lorst all hs money in the Wall Street crash.”

“Oh, oh dear, which railway was that on?” I asked.

“In America,” she said, “Bank collapse.”

“Oh that one, I didn’t cause it,” I said, “Father says it was my fault, 'Never dabble in stocks and shares,’ he said so I sold the lot and bought gold.”

“No in the real world real people lost all their money,” Dotty said, “Why I had to borrow ten shillings from cook to buy my ticket,and I can’t afford the fine if I get caught in first with a third class ticket”

“So why go to London?” I asked.

“Daddy sold my virginity to a Arab Shake for a hundred and fifty pounds,” she explained, “There I’ve shocked you.”

“One hundred and fifty quid,” I replplied, “You could buy a Morris car for that, new one, with detachable wheels and a bulb horn, what is a Virginity thingy exactly?"

“It’s like buggery but with a front bottom,” Dotty explained.

“Front bottom? Don’t understand, ...