This was Scotty, a little hairy tramp with a bastard accent sired by cockney out of Glasgow.
What talk there was ran on the Tramp Major of this spike.
He was a devil, everyone agreed, a tartar, a tyrant, a bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog.
Each of us had three minutes in which to bathe himself.
Six greasy, slippery roller towels had to serve for the lot of us.
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