“I was only saying to old whats’is name the other day – at least I think it was the other day – the old memory isn’t quite what it was – you know, the chap with a wooden leg – nasty accident pig-sticking in Dehra Dun – anyway, where was I? Oh yes thank you, I was saying to this fellow the other day that, when I was in Burma – at least I think it must have been Burma, bloody hot and a lot of temples – I met a chap who was Adjutant of 1st Burma Rifles, can’t remember his name for the life of me – anyway hell of a good chap – killed, poor bugger, on one of Wingate’s expeditions – at least I think it was Wingate, might have been with Slim who was by way of giving the Nips a good hiding until the little sods gave up and the war was ended in 1948 – 45 did you say? – not much good at dates any longer – never was if I’m honest – no need to tell my Memsahib that.”
“Oh I’ve just spotted a couple of chaps who were brigaded with us in Skinner’s something or other – Horse did you say? You’re probably right, I must tell them about that chap – can you remember his name? – yes, Carstairs absolutely right – who lost his leg pig-sticking – at least I think it was pig-sticking – might have been polo. So if you’ll forgive me, I’ll just go and have a bit of a chin wag with them. Sorry, what did you say your name was? oh yes – funny things memories – let you down every now and again don’t you find?”
Very funny!