I lived in the mess down there and actually I really loved it and I used to go down in the submarines and this is rather amusing actually, French liners used to come in to Portsmouth, particularly the French ones for some reason, and we used to have sort of B movies. We’d fire torpedoes at them which had wooden heads in them and I did it myself, it was absolutely wonderful. You got onto this periscope, up periscope, you know, fire one, fire two, all these things, you see, and then you saw your torpedo streaking along, biffing into the French liner and it used to dent them. They stopped us doing it in the end because when you hit the liner, although it had a wooden end on it, it made quite a dent into the liner but we used to practice, you know, sending torpedoes like that. Oh, I must tell you something else. It was so amusing. This is one of the submarines I used to go on, of course it was not nuclear, these were electric submarines. This one really amused me, it had the wardroom was all of eight feel long, like a long sort of couch really, bench, with curtains on the end and if a rating wanted to talk, he obviously had to get permission to talk, you see, and you got a knuckles biffing on the curtains and you saw these knuckles that you see when a rating wanted to talk to one of the officers, but the wardroom itself was absolutely marvellous because it had little brass portholes on the wall. Of course, the last thing you ever get in a submarine is a porthole so what it was, it was like a ship pretending to be a pub pretending to be a ship, with brass portholes stuck on the wall. I thought it was so amusing, really lovely.