Report comment

On a, if I may, lighter note, there was a solicitor in Llangollen who fought in and survived WW1, but was always somewhat frivolous after it and enjoyed playing practical jokes on people. One evening he went to a fancy dress party dressed as a caveman and daubed in woad. His friends, determined to get their own back, got him so drunk that he passed out. They then put him on the milk train to London and he only awoke when it pulled into Paddington station. He had to walk through London dressed in this way to see one of his friends in Chancery Lane to borrow the money for a change of clothes and a ticket home.