Doris Moon

Doris Moon was most definitely the girl that made the thing that drilled the hole that held the ring that drove the rod that turned the knob that worked the thing-ummy-bob that would help to win the war.  Munitions worker by day, scourge of the American air base of an evening, Doris was never short of nylons, chocolate or bananas.  She was also partial to the odd sausage and Wilf Trotter, the nimble-choppered butcher of Little Hope...

With Doris on hand to tighten their nuts they couldn't fail.

The Yanks had Rosie the Riveter, we Brits had Doris the Nutter...

Doris was rather partial to a banana in the barracks.

Violet's main concern was that Doris might un-nerve the milkman's horse with those on display...

Frankly Doris would prefer it if it bought chocolate, Gin and a neatly trussed up Clark Gable...

Lord and Lady Shagg-Pyle's annual garden party had been going ever so well when suddenly Doris came mincing along the terrace with a large one in her hand. It was at that precise moment that the Rev Fishwick decided that he should have taken his chances in the leper colony after all...

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