SIR. What was my consternation to find a German market in Kingston!

My uncle, Fred Nibbons, lost his foot in 1916 when a Zeppelin dropped a bomb on Riley's Cowshed in East Kent. He'd been romancing a former suffragette in the cowshed at the time.

Many years later, I found myself blowing up bridges in France as part of the BEF, (we blew up the bridges when the French Army decided to sit down for the rest of the war), and thus I experienced first hand the ways of the Hun.

I dare say the food will be good and plentiful - the Germans are nothing if not organised; indeed, sometimes they get a little too organised for their own good, as historical study is wont to show.

Raymond Flogger
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