
Originally Posted by
Roger DYER
Unfortunately, I've no independent recollection of my own 21st birthday in 1961.
My discharge book tells me that it occurred during a three-week break between ships and so, therefore, I cannot lay claim, as others might, that, for me, this milestone in life was an unforgettable experience spent in some exotic corner of the world, locked in the firm embrace of a Gina Lollobrigida look-alike with a nymphomaniac disposition, overcome by her sweet-scented breath as into my starboard ear she whispered mind-boggling suggestions for ways to further enhance the wonderment of our copulation (I should be so lucky). However, mindful of the unfettered social lifestyle I adopted at that time in my life, I can only assume that the significance of the day was swallowed up in the alcoholic haze of my existence, as with like-minded seamen I spent my leave trolling the pubs, clubs and gin-joints of London's east-end.
Sad, ain't it ?
.................Roger