PS: Evo: tomorrow, I'm bringing a spare for you, but it's a 200 year old seat parachute that makes you walk like a spavined baboon.
Parachutes? You're obviously thinking of letting me have a go. A "one careful owner" parachute is fine, even if the careful owner was Lavoisier.
Anyway, that's the way the ex-RAF hotshots all walk, isn't it?
