But, as if to make up for the disappointment of the occasion, there was to be an aftermath, which came in the form of a bunch of workers from a construction site down the road who had now strolled onto the scene to see what the fuss was about. Large men in overalls and singlets, they advanced in a line to confront the ladies from Save Our Sons.
 “Go home, yer bloody dumb broads,” one of the bawled, and the others flexed their muscles in support.
    The ladies, who had at that very moment been preparing to go home, now suddenly saw there was a matter of principle that said they could not.
 “Don’t you men have some work to do somewhere?” the woman next to Mrs Buckland said reasonably.
 “Pretty bloody obvious you wimmen don’t,” a big bricklayer said.
 “You wouldn’t think so if it was your son being taken away to prison,” Mrs Buckland offered stiffly.
 “If my boy showed that kinda cowardice, I’d soon kick it out of him,” a welder declared.
 “Do you really think there’s courage in buckling under to the government’s every whim?” a lady in canary yellow cried. “That young man is the brave one, for standing up for what he believes in.”
 “Yeah, and look where it got him.”
 “I’d rather have my son in prison,” Mrs Buckland said shrilly, “than allow him to mix with the likes of your sons in the army.”
 “Lady, the army ain’t gonna want your sons, if they’re the sort that need their mothers to do their fightin’ for `em.”
    
John Wyndham continued to wind down from his former greatness. Ten years after his death, they discovered another novel written by him—(perhaps in development; the circumstances are unclear) called Web.
    Then, of course, there were all those stories that he published in Sci Fi magazines, usually under another name, often John Benyon. And true war stories, under the name John Harris. He had three other pseudonyms as well, all variations on his own actual six names. Mostly they are typical stuff but you can see why the man himself did not see them as up to the general standard set by his John Wyndham persona.
    The best were collected in a book called Jizzle. Jizzle is a monkey that can make people do things they wouldn’t ordinarily do—not something to get on the wrong side of. And then there’s the beauty about the finding of a red dragon, which befriends the village; only the next village has a blue dragon and local rivalry causes a fight to be organized. At first it seems the fight is in earnest until gradually the onlookers realize the dragons are of different sexes and they are not fighting at all…