The Head of State has given up her smartly painted blue and white Yacht, releasing lots of Jolly Jack Tars for combat duty in Her Majesty's Grey ships. She has consented to her Queeney Flight being merged with the ministerial mis-mash of No. 32 Metropolitan Communications Squadron down at Northolt. Handing over to civilian maintenance and closing a non-combatant Station releases lots of Brilliant Brycreemers to don combat gear and go hiding in the bushes with their mean and moody Harriers.
So, can this Toni Blur (or whatever his name is)kindly explain why he needs a Presidential Jet now that he's left the hairdressing business to the Guys and gone into politics? If the Head of State doesn't need her own intercontinental jet, then her Prime Minister certainly doesn't. He'll be wanting a Castle to live in next. Oh Lord, I shouln't have said that should I? Lets hope His Happiness doesn't read PPRuNe...
**********************************. .THrough difficulties to the cinema