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Coming back in the Tube, an overheard dialogue: ‘What's she?’ (I had my uniform on, at least all of it I've got which includes a hat.)

‘Oh’ – contemptuously – ‘Fire Service.’ (Me sitting there with ‘RAF’ bang in the middle of my uniform.)

‘Why don't you join it?’

‘They only take all those society and titled people.’

Visible attempt from me to look society and titled.