OK.

I get things wrong. I’m gonna have to reassess my assessment of CdeB.

What’s the connection here, Greta?

Oh. As a serving soldier in Berlin, my leaving DO was spent across the border. We all had to travel through Checkpoint Charlie in uniform. Which was hilarious, because another platoon was on duty that night and HAD to check OUR passports.

Do you speak English? They’d ask. No. But the Americans, 10ft away do, we’d say.

My leaving party was in a Russian Hotel in East Berlin. We were there til stupid o’clock in the am.

And – quelle supreeze – Vodka was on the menu.

Drink it as the Russkies do, YOU only girlie in the group.

Shot down in flames? Moi. Nah :o)

Feck.

Hangover from Hell or what ?