Frederick Sidney Cotton OBE (17 June 1894 – 13 February 1969) was an Australian inventor, photographer and aviation and photography pioneer, responsible for developing and promoting an early colour film process, and largely responsible for the development of photographic reconnaissance before and during the Second World War. He numbered among his close friends George Eastman, Ian Fleming and Winston Churchill.
Frederick Sidney Cotton was born on 17 June 1894 on a cattle station at Goorganga, near Proserpine, Queensland. He was the third child of Alfred and Annie Cotton, who were involved in pastoralism. Cotton was educated at The Southport School in Queensland and later in 1910, he and his family went to England where he attended Cheltenham College; however the family returned to Australia in 1912. Cotton worked as a jackeroo, training to work with livestock at stations in New South Wales up until the outbreak of war.
Cotton went back to England to join the Royal Naval Air Service in November 1915. After only five hours solo flying, he qualified as a combat pilot, and initially flew Channel patrols. Cotton went on to participate in night bombing sorties over France and Germany with Nos 3 and 5 Wings. His experience with high level and low-temperature flying led Cotton in 1917 to develop the revolutionary new "Sidcot" suit, a flying suit which solved the problem pilots had in keeping warm in the cockpit. This flying suit was widely used by the RAF until the 1950s. Cotton continued with No. 8 Squadron RNAS in 1917 where he was promoted to Flight Sub-Lieutenant in June 1917. Soon after, he came into conflict with senior officers, and resigned his commission in October 1917.
I live in a stinky town
Where everything is upside down
Junk noise fuss speed
Pretty women down the street
I live in a stinky town
Crazy people are all around
It's a place to be
For the weirdoes like you and me
Heavy traffic in the streets
Crazy grown-ups loony kids
I inhale exhausts
And the people's dirty thoughts
Then may night comes in the light of moon
You taste the spirit of chestnut bloom
Drink it bottom up
It will blow your top
Stinky town stinky town
It's a kind of craze
Running all the ways of stinky town
Stinky town stinky town
What a lovely place
We're living in embrace of stinky town
I live in a stinky town
My mind cannot be a country-bound
I'm an urban kid
And I don't regret a bit
I live in a stinky town
Where crazy people are all around
It's a place to be