Bugles come round in the night, but Ebby Woods had been out on the beer I expect and Fred had been up to his girl’s. They let 'em out for so long and they’d got to go back to the Drill Hall hadn’t got to stop at home. But old Ebby went ‘ome - his folks was away, it was August Bank Holiday week, so he went to bed. The bugles came round at 2 o’clock in the morning, call anybody up that was out, but Ebby never heard them, and when George’s neighbour went down the garden, Ebby went down the garden. “Here”, he said, “what you doin’ here?”

He says, “Why?” He said, “Well”, he said, “the bugles come round at 2 o’clock, they’ve all gone off!” He thought, “Bloody hell”.