Brandy Sour

[BEagle]

"Oi, Chris you great poof, 3 jugs of Brandy Sour NOW whilst we wait for a taxi to some Kebab house or other..."

"OK, Sir. No problem, I fix taxi for tanker wankers...."

"OK - taxi to Polis' then"

"Why you go there, sirs?"

"The food is better"

"But Chris Kebab give you free Kokinelli...."

"And Filfar?"

"OK sirs, free Kokinelli and Filfar"

"Deal. 5 minutes?"

"Yes, sirs"

"Great. 3 more jugs then, please!"

(Some minutes later)

"Hi Stavros - are you are taxi to Chris Kebab?"

"Yes, sir"

"Great. 2 in the front, 4 in the back?"

"OK"

"Pick us up at 2230 so we can have a quick round before the pub shuts - we've got MT at 0730"

Next day- headache, blinding sun, stagger over to the OM for eggy bakes, then back for the wheels. Off to Ops, ask the Eng to load the crew bags whilst we do the numbers. Get the Met, get the JetPlan, smile at the tanned lovelies in Ops, brief the fighters, out to the jet. Cup of coffee, do the checks, check the fighters in. Crank up, watch the fighters launch, racing foxtrot RV, join in the climb, all aboard, chop to Nicosia, breath out. Happy times!!