Those additional Olga productions are unknown to me - and probably the censors too judging by the titles!
Obviously, Olga carried on very much the same as she had always done after the war. The disused airfield at Studley Grange was nothing more than a ghost of its former self. No more comradeship, lusty ballads, aerial heroics, outrageous chronicles and unmatchable parties after the surrender of Germany. Just the moaning of the lonely wind through the watch office windows, the banging of shutters and flapping of ragged curtains, the clinking of breeze-blown beer bottles, the wild flowers of early summer springing through long deposited piles of vomit.
Most of the airfield had been handed back to Farmer Drubbins after the Air Ministry had closed the facilities. His prize porkers now ruled unchallenged over all they surveyed and the HWH Archives had been moved to the Imperial War Museum after the authors had put up a stubborn fight to prevent them from being re-cycled into lavatory paper.
The air of melancholy was only broken every few months or so when the 11 Group Purser sought to dish out writs for unpaid mess bills and damage caused to the Prince and Polecat after the VE Day celebrations.
The remaining part of the airfield was used by the Army for parachute training and the traditions of that corps lasted for many decades. They had an excellent safety record which was blighted only by an incident that the Regiment suffered after discovering a new kind of parachute which one gallant lad volunteered to test. As soon as the 'chute' deployed, a huge tear appeared in the section that had a strange yellow and green staining. The whole lot collapsed and the poor fellow was buried, wrapped in the 'chute' as was the tradition. Some commented that the previous owner, a Major O. Krutchlegova according to the label, could not have stored it properly and they were at a loss to explain why elastic binding had been included here and there in the design structure. There will be voices heard along these ways The while one wanderer is left to hear And the young life and laughter of the old days Shall make undying echoes
Geoffrey Winthrop Young. From Looking Forward 1909.
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
