Well let me say a word in your favour, baston. Such elan, such style! The right leg resting nonchalantly on the window sill, though I daresay it has a more nautical term, scuttle or suchlike. I wouldn't be at all surprised if there wasn't a furled brolly by your side in order to poke the locals with if you needed to get directions from them (loudly and in English of course). English eccentricity at its best, on which we built an Empire. Oh, you're not, and we don't mention the Empire? My mistake, sincere apologies I'm sure.
As to the difference in Exhaust Pipes, yer 'avin a larf aintcher? I think the real problem was that my Wessex (got that bit right at least) wasn't the wrong Mark, or even the wrong Squadron, but from the wrong boat! What? Ship? Oh sorry again, perhaps I should just make my excuses and leave!