24 Dec: Mon. (12.00 pm)

    Wow! What a day – or should I say what a night. The Naafi has been run off its feet selling crate after crate of beer. Many of the lads have managed to get hold of spirits as well. 

    The revelries haven’t finished yet, but I’m taking two mins off to write this. The camp is a mass of blazing lights and hundreds of blokes in various stages of beerful bliss. They are struggling up the sloping roofs of tents and then shooting down over the edge onto the sand. 

    The ‘bogs’ are full of un fortunates who have had a bit too much. The sand is strewn with em to the wide and some have gone in the sea half sozzled. WHAT A DAY!