Two bibulous signallers arrived at about 10 p.m. in excellent form – executed several very dishabille Maud Allan dances and knocked the stove chimney and its contents of soot down over a very jumpy youth who was trying to sleep. Thereat he rose in wrath to stoush the offender who however was too game and swiftly sat in triumph (nude) on the stousher’s head. This was followed by a lengthy bacchanalian variety show, interspersed with semi-legal descriptions of the proceedings they were going to institute against an offending tram conductor, and finally concluded with an amazing duet in Chinese (they had been acting as signallers in the Chinese boat en voyage and picked up some of their melodious lingo). I haven’t laughed so much for months.
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