Master of Psychological Warfare

David and I were playing a match just singles; me and... him .very tense, We had got half way round ; the ninth tee, when we paused to let other golfers ahead get out of (David’s) range.We were all square ; all to play for. Time for a little relaxation and chat.

David mentioned that he and Heather had been to a talk at the Stratford Guild by someone who told them about wartime rationing and the various “ideas” to make the meagre ration go further ( David would not know; far too young!). A concoction called “Woolton Pie” was mentioned which as David said, sounded horrible (it was ), named after the minister of food, Lord Woolton He asked if I had ever heard of it. I replied that not only had I heard of them, I had actually had to eat a few .Have you ever eaten a cardboard pie?

“Gosh”, David replied “I didn’t realise you were as old as that”....

Stunned silence followed.

I didn’t win another hole after that; the man would have been very high up in psyops had he been old enough; a master of the deflatory remark. All good clean fun, I don’t think!

Happy birthday David!