ABSTRACT
By now I had unexpectedly become a Sergeant and ate in the Sergeants' Mess; only at an establishment like GCHQ could one leap the two intervening ranks in one go. Mary had scarcely sewn on my three stripes when I learnt that the commission already hinted at was on its way for me and for eight others: Jock Anderson, Marcus Crowley, Joe Cunningham, Tony Fenn-Wiggin, David Jones, Peter Soskice, David Warwick and Tim Whewell. To make us still more military we were to go on a course at Rushden Hall.
