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...