to the naturally related topic of Big H's backside.
That's easy enough for you to say Mark, sitting there with no nappy on, but I like at least some idea of the provenance of these things.
Anyway, malfeasance or no malfeasance, it seems to me that you're doomed to become a sailor soon, now that all of your planes have been scrapped. It's only a matter of time before we see you dancing a jig and handing out weevil biscuits.
H
My dear chap, but we will still have the Red Arrows and BBMF.......now if we put a bit of bungee cord on the deck of the carriers to be scrapped to save the Navy and embark the remaining elements of the Army in the form of the Royal Horse Artillery, we could have a cracking Royal Review off Spithead (albeit one that probably wouldn't last for very long) before setting off on a jolly good flag waving tour of the world. .........
Now dancing a jig and weevil biscuits seems familiar, but probably more so in some corner of a foreign field that is forever England every June....
MG Mark