1953 aged 18, the year that I went to Uni, my mate and i went to Butlins Skegness.
First night, i met this looker from Wolverhampton who was resistant to my advances.
I told her that i was a fighter pilot flying Gloster Meteors from R.A F Coningsby and each one of my mates had a photograph of their girl friend or wife, in the cockpit, but i had no such picture.
She fell for it hook line and sinker and suggested that at the end of the evening we should go back to her chalet and she would "sort me out". The last night was tearful but "rewarding" and i promised to keep in contact....never did...
It worked like a dream and I still had that photograph until a few years ago LOL...LOL