The Wire Article From January to February 1969  

 

 

 

 

   

As we were saying . . .

BEFORE we were interrupted by the Christmas festivities, our Gloucester element, visibly bursting at the seams and in part living in some pretty scruffy accommodation, got rid of R.H.Q., H.Q. and 4 Squadrons and sent them packing up river to Worcester. For the first week in December, therefore, normal users of the M5, who had done nothing to deserve this treatment, were assailed by twice daily convoys, the drivers apparently being on piece-work rates. These (the convoys) had on or amongst them several troops’ worth of containers, Lance-Corporal Murray’s bike, the Gedgemobile and R.S.M. Mille’s budgie.

So shattered were 2 Squadron at Droitwich by the thought that R.H.Q. had moved thirty miles closer to them, that Major Galbraith and S.S.M. Bloom each retired, they would have us believe, to purge themselves on a bed of nails. In fact the poor chaps were having back trouble and were required to sleep for a while on wooden doors. Happily the treatment seems to have worked.

 
                                                         
 

A legendary story

Meanwhile the new boys have been settling down in Worcester and have been delighted to find that the ‘Faithful City’ has a very special legendary girlfriend. Her name is Sabrina (no, not that one), and the River Severn, on which we now have three locations, is indirectly named after her. She suffered one of those fates that seem to have been an occupational hazard of damsels of those days and was chucked in the river on her mother’s orders. There is a statue depicting this incident in the City Art Gallery; if you did not know the legend, you might be forgiven for supposing, that Sabrina’s immediate fate was more likely to be similar to that which befell the Young Lady of Gloucester ‘(who was immortalised in that best seller of 1938, Sig. Trg. Vol. V).

* Don’t be nasty; Milton referred to her as “a virgin pure”; there must have been some other reason.