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Reminiscences of Ken Hart |  |
| Just A Beer Or Six | ||
| Once in a while we used to escape from the Camp, having had our civvies inspected, and walk to Towyn or catch the train to Barmouth. | ||
| For some reason all the girls I met looked like the one below. | ||
| But after I had consumed 6 beers, and spent all my earnings for the week, a very strange thing used to happen to them. | ||
| Run your mouse pointer over the picture and you will see what I mean. | ||
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