He sat opposite to me, and about halfway through the meal, he said, "Hello, Orpen! I didn't see you before." To which I replied, "You have the advantage over me, sir.

I don't remember ever having seen you before." It was no good.

We would never have made good friends.
I regret that one night, while I was staying at G.H.Q.Tanks, I got "blotto." It wasn't altogether my fault, people were so hospitable.

It was a night when I dined with General Sir John Davidson, "the Poet," at G.H.Q.I left "Tanks" on a bitterly cold, wet evening, and called at the Canadian chateau at Hesdin.

I found them all sitting round a big fire.