"If you walk along the High
Street in Walmington-on-Sea you will come to a small niche called
Slope Alley. Many upstanding residents are seen frequenting this
area during wartime, for if you were to traverse along the alleyway
you would eventually come to a small shop, it doesn't look like
a shop of course for the blinds are always down, but its proprieter
Joe Walker, is a very cheeky cockney sort who would sell you just
about anything you require, except his own Grandmother, for as
he rightly say's, "there isn't the market for them!".
In his official capacity, Joe provides
the residents of Walmington with essential supplies. He is often
referred to as a "Black Marketeer" but as he defends,
the essentials he supplies (everything from Knicker elastic to
bottles of Whisky) do not fall off the back of a lorry on their
own accord....they have to be pushed which makes his line of work
very hard indeed.
His attempts at taking shortcuts
in his work, ie :- having enemy parachutes made into pairs of
ladies neglegie or producing excess off ration meat in the form
of pigeons for Jonesy often lead to embarrassing results. His
disapearance from the platoon for a brief period was probably
connected with a similar escapade, for which he lay low in London
for a time.
He joined the Walmington-on-Sea platoon
on its outset, his call up followed shortly afterwards, but his
allergy to corned beef meant he couldn't join the regular army.