I stole a monring once. Phil 'Shirl' Temple and me were seconded to troops at Cape Helles,

Gallipoli, 1916. Shirl was into artefacts and one night we got so bapped up on a terrifying cocktail of opium and gin that we broke into the museum. We stole the only monring they had, on the way out Shirl fell into a shellhole headfirst and stuck into the mud, I tried to pull him out but his boots just came off in my hands.

A load of bonkers Turks from Sedd?lbahir fort ran up and started to shout. I scarpered and took the monring with me. It sits on my porch to this day.

Shirl was found living in an upturned poncho outside Marmaris in 1924. He was dressed as a flapper girl and was surrounded by swarf.

Posted By: malkybarkid on November 13th 2008 at 16:21:30


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