Did not see it with my own eyes but I have no reason to doubt the authenticity of the following:
Paris airshow, last day of a very very long 7 days for the guys manning the plastic Typhoon full scale replica. All the delegations have come and gone and it is pretty much all the general public. Mission becomes that of who can get the best looking bit of French crumpet interested in a personal visit to sit in the cockpit. Good efforts all round (it is Paris after all). But one particular stunner in very short skirt asked if it was OK if her male friend took some pictures of her in the office. No worries, say the boys snap away. It quickly became apparent that these were not happy snaps for the family album. Her chum had more cameras than Lord Litchfield (RIP) and the more he clicked the more cleavage she revealed and the more she hitched up her skirt. When the holy grail came into view the boys (eventually) cried foul and called a halt. A few nervous conversations followed and the high price help were informed just in case the photos turned up somewhere -- isn't the old addage that there is no such thing as bad publicity?
Tarnished