[Si.]

Tis not

'Hang on' Harry...

...Tis 'HURRY UP' !

Harry's in a HURRY.

Nice one on the vintage Scaleys, Flight-Lt.

A corking good soaking of alchohol from the officers-mess does the dickey...
...NO not beer old chap...

Bit of that cheap Russian aviation fuel they sell in Tesco's, cleans all the gunk off tyres super dooper !

If your short of a bob or 2, a bottle of meths hits the spot as well.

Tally-Ho

Si.

 

[Si.]

Flight-Lt. Snurfen, you have style my-boy.

By the bucket-load, I hasten to add.

Chop the roof off the old Cosey I say...

...No probs. with the old flying goggles on the noodle.

Convertibles, all the rage these days, so they tell me.

Get those jolly old tyres rejuvinated & they won't see you for dust !

A pair of decent reliable Browning's in the head-lamps, a force to be reckoned with, what !

Give 'em hell on the ground & in the air old-bean, that's what I say.

Toodle-pip for now chums.

 

[Si.]

Damn Rally fly-boys !

No privacy in yo' own home these days.

Worse than Stewart's barnstorming antics back in the day !

Si.

Put a barn up & some bugger 'll bash in to it !

 

[Si.]

Nothing like the blitz ol' boy.

Harry 'll have that Bugatti craned out of there in a jiffy.

Black-market Ovaltine, a stiff upper-lip & a drop of the hard-stuff has seen me thru worse lads.