There was a VIP party in a smart room next to the lecture theatre where we, as mere hoi polloi, weren’t allowed. Until the Wanderlust crew arrived and the lovely Lyn Hughes swept us along with her into the party. Wine, canapes, speeches, chit chat. What more could you want?
When asked what he did after the end of the war, he said “I think I was drunk for about five years”.
His daughter, born in 1928, ten years after the end of the war, grew up with the sound of her Dad “screaming from nightmares about being back in the trenches, most nights”.