Now it can be told!   Like a fool that he is, Mick Ryan our Web master, left for the final ceremonies at Aurich in the bright sunlight of midday, only wearing a blazer.   That evening, by the time the Searchlight Tattoo had been held up for an hour, sitting on a bench in the dark, Mick got very, very cold.   Shivering uncontrollably he eventually excused himself and tried to find a restaurant to warm up.   He must have looked even worse than usual because the military police rapidly handed him over to a military ambulance hidden in the corner of the parade.   This lovely blonde German military nurse in this picture, (taken earlier in the day in the town centre), and her female doctor colleague, wrapped Mick in a blanket in the back of the ambulance and cuddled him until he thawed out.   When Pat King eventaully found him, having been "talked in" in the dark on Mick's mobile phone, he found Mick recovered enough to be escorted by the nurse all the way back to our coach.  Pat's only comment was "Some people will do anything to get up close to a blonde!".   (Thanks to Maurice Parker.)