28th July 1945

There ain't nothing I likes better than been fought over by two blokes! And that's exactly what happened to old Phyllis on Wednesday at the dance. I turns up and me sailor lad is nowhere to be seen, so I thinks "hello", there's something funny going on here and no mistake. Well, while the cat's away and all that, so I flutters the Phyllis eyelids at a soldier what's just been demobbed. Handsome looking feller he was and, of course, he's thinking it's his lucky night. We has a rumba and a little bit of a fumble and things are getting a little bit saucy when, blow me down, if a handful of sailors don't arrive at the door! I sees my own one among 'em and he's looking like he's ready for a punch-up. What's a girl to do?

Quick trip to the ladies to powder me nose, I tells me soldier, but I slips away across the room and straight into the arms of HMS Gorgeous. I calms him down by fluttering me eyelids and says that the dance with the squaddie didn't mean nothin'. Two fellers in one night! If me old sis Vi could see me now, eh?