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This story was submitted to the People's War site by Chris Foord of the Greenwich heritage Centre on behalf of Maureen Black and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

I was a student at Goldsmith's College of Art, New Cross, at the end of the war, at the time of the doodlebugs. We did not have a shelter and the art school was at the back of the college overlooking a large playing field where a barage ballon was moored. About 10 of us were in the life room a room at the top of the buildingwith large windows. A doodle bug caught the cable of the ballon, luckily for us or else it would have gone straight into the back of the art school. Unluckily for the R.A.F, 2 of whom were killed. When the engine cut out we all got up and knelt down against the strongest wall. The noise was terrific and when I looked I could see daylight through the roof- but everyone was o.k, although covered in in dust and plaster. Then we heard the strangest language I have ever heard (coming from a convent I did not understand much of it). The model we were drawing charged behind a screen in the corner- this model was very glamerous and blonde, rather like Diana Dors, she re-appeared in incredible green underwear and holding up a pair of ruined nylon stockings. Most of us girls,straight from school, had never seen such a vision or heard such language- it was a scene I will never forget. On the way home on the bus Isuffered from delayed shock and shook uncontrollably- but it had stopped by the time I got back to Blackheath.

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