As a mere lad of 15 in 1965 at the Gaydon BoB Saturday I stood in awe of a pair of Phantoms from -I think - Alconbury. Of all the things about them my abiding memory is the amount of stencils that they were covered in.
Lying in my bed the next morning - probably saying hello to Mrs. Hand and her five lovely daughters - what sounded like a huge bomb going off above 40 Southam Crescent followed by a huu-uuge amount of noise had me leaping out of me pit and straining up at the sky.
It was the Phantoms heading home. Pa (A/ATC) was impressed when he got home, "Christ those Phantoms can shift" was his comment.
Whenever I see a piccy of one parked from the front three-quarter view it always looks like something out of Star Wars - so does a Victor for that matter.