Read by Tom Sykes
The day the war broke out I was washin’ carrots. I was working next to Sal. She was wearin’ a read-my-tits T-shirt that said, ‘If you can read this, you’re almost close enough.’ That’s not a good position to be in when hostilities are imminent. I was standin’ at the racks with my scrubbin’ brush. That’s what we did at the London Carrot Washery. We washed carrots.