Notes:

So I've been reading Quarted Safe Out Here by George MacDonald Fraser lately and, although I've only read the first pages, there have been some absolutely golden moments that I'll mark down and come back to later.

I'm also really enjoying the fact that almost everyone in the book talks just like my Gran did. It makes everything much more entertaining.

This image is based of an anecdote given on Page 59, paragraph 1:

"The chief irritant on stag was the "up-you bird" (I give the bowdlerised form of the name) familiar to all who have soldiered in the Far East. In fact, it is a large lizard, said to have a vicious bit, which inhabits drains in the civilised areas; where it lived in the Dry Belt, God knows."

"It starts up at night and drives strong men mad, for its call is a harsh whirring sound culminating in a melodious "Up you!""Up you!""Up you!""

"Half an hour of this, and you become convinced that there is a human being out there, chanting obscenely at you; it is a rare night when some blanket wrapped form doesn't come bolt upright with a raging retort of "And up you, too!""