Finish the sentence………..

…. Putting down his Creme-de-Menthe for a moment, Winston had remarked…

“Do you remember darling, when I said…The only traditions of the Royal Navy are rum, sodomy and the lash…? Well, It looks like the only traditions of the RAF are beer, b*ggery, and Spitfires. More Sherry, dear?”

Now, as the Skipper cleared the memory from his mind, he could not believe his eyes. Looking across at his wingman, the Skipper was stunned to see Lofty…

…. think about astrology”.

Meanwhile, over on the starboard side of the formation, Squiffy had time to glance across at his wingman, “Lofty” Cordwell. A big pal of the Skipper’s from Cranwell days Lofty would almost certainly have had his own squadron by now where it not for the time he debagged Stuffy Dowding in the 19 Squadron mess and hoisted them from the flagpole overlooking the parade ground.

Unfortunately Stuffy had been going out to his club that night and the sight of his lace trimmed directoire knickers in a fetching shade of Nancy-Boy Pink had done nothing for his credibility, especially as it was the evening Winston and Clemmy had chosen to drop around for a pint of Tolly Cobbold and a Creme-de-Menthe Frappe.

Putting down his Creme-de-Menthe for a moment, Winston had remarked…

Head off to the local red light area ,talk of goats and twins has made me…….

………do the twins at the White Hart. Still, thinking of them will keep me warm when i’m at twenty thousand. Especially now that the Old Jail is off limits due to Biddy (the Belgian landlady) getting a goat to give to a 609 pilot next year. Wanted one myself.

“Don’t just stand there, get one up!”

“Don’t you yell at me Mr Warwick”

Right Squadron, lets…

…………..that bloody button, oh damn you have just shot the station adjutant in the control tower, now we all know how painful that is, more painful than in the cockpit, anyway whilst you are up here with me you can’t………….

… ‘Chuffer’ climbing onto the wing of his aircraft in a skirt.

“Skipper to Chuffer, Skipper to Chuffer. What on EARTH are you wearing? What on EARTH are you wearing?”

After a few seconds, Chuffer’s breathless voice came through into Skippers earpiece “Chuffer to Skipper, Chuffer to Skipper, well it’s like this Sir… “

(In a Kenneth Williams voice) ……ooooh, hello, it’s cold out here. Can I come in? Skipper says “Don’t touch …….”

As Skipper looks out at the rest of the flight he is amazed to see…

… ‘Chuffer’ climbing onto the wing of his aircraft in a skirt.

“Skipper to Chuffer, Skipper to Chuffer. What on EARTH are you wearing? What on EARTH are you wearing?”

After a few seconds, Chuffer’s breathless voice came through into Skippers earpiece “Chuffer to Skipper, Chuffer to Skipper, well it’s like this Sir… “

…hears the first distant sounds of explosions, as Jerry’s bombs begin landing on the airfield. “This is going to be an interesting takeoff”, Skipper thinks to himself.

Advancing the throttle he feels the Merlin respond, as the kite begins to taxi away. No time for a proper pre-takeoff check…flaps are up, trim set, temps and pressures good. As Skipper looks out at the rest of the flight he is amazed to see…

… Jerry kites all headed in this direction, and it looks like they mean business”.”

All other thoughts forgotten, Skipper yells “Let’s get ’em lads!” and leads a chaotic scramble for the door of the dispersal shack and across the grass to the group of waiting Spitfires.

At each one an airman is waiting on the wing to assist in managing the straps of the Sutton harness and the radio leads whilst the pilot furiously runs through the start-up procedure. Holding the button firmly down as the Merlin slowly cranks the big three-bladed prop around until, unsteadily at first, the big V12 bursts in to life.

Furiously waving for the chocks to be removed Skipper…..

Suddenly a breathless ‘erk’ burst through the door. “Sir! Sir! I think you’d better take a look outside sir, there’s ‘undreds of…. “

CO’s flower garden! 😀

… sticky throttle trouble, you know, when I completely lost all control and managed to roll the old girl over into the…

left index finger, after last night’s….

………………..greasing the nipples of the prop blade with one of those pump action guns, Nudger Smith said to Wizard Prang…………..

………… “jump up on the couch, this might sting a little! All this greasing and pumping is not helping the pain in my ………..”

………………..greasing the nipples of the prop blade with one of those pump action guns, Nudger Smith said to Wizard Prang…………..

…difficult tasks such as…

….. using a set of BA spanners, a Polish copy of the Scottish play and Chuffer’s unique ability to apply a certain part of his anatomy to….

…………..trying out the newly arrived tin of K9P, Sailor turned to Ginger and said slap a bit of this on mukker it will attract all the other WAAF’s in their suspenders and fine sheer stockings to the squadron for all the other boys to……..

…. try them on for size. “Chuffer” Dandridge and his old school friend, Sqn Ldr Wilton Shagpile being Shakespearian actor-managers in their spare time were able to advise them of the best way to fit the suspenders ………….

Mr Moderator calling

=Moggy C”Well I reckon that Bofors emplacement over by the aviary should dissuade the less adventurous b******ds from low level attacks on the polar bears” chipped in Squiffy….

‘Bustards’ perfectly acceptable. 😉

…………..trying out the newly arrived tin of K9P, Sailor turned to Ginger and said slap a bit of this on mukker it will attract all the other WAAF’s in their suspenders and fine sheer stockings to the squadron for all the other boys to……..