Oop at 't werrks came fear and confusion. Seth, 't foreman, came rushing up to 't office and rushed in to see 't Bungling Baron Waste o' Space........
"Sithee, master, there's trouble at 't werrks! 't men are woooried about 't Nimrod......"
"Now then, Seth, don't thee fret so", chortled 't Baron whilst caressing the ears of Boogeroff, his favourite whippet," there's now't to worry thee se'n about. 't Nimrod'll keep thee an' I in brass for many a year yet. Mad old Maggie promised us as such an' 't airr forrce has been flying 't old Comet spin offs for more then fifty years now, tha knows."
"But master, 'twas serrposed to be 't Nimrod 2000. Now us'll be lucky to get 't booger flying afore 2004......", whined Seth.
"Now, now Seth. Don't thee fret so. 't airr forrce can't afford owt' else, so we'll joost keep 't programme tickin' over an' t' brass cooming in for a while yet. Sit thee down, have a slice of pig's bladder and testicle tart an' stop worryin'", 't Bungling Baron continued, "them boogers in Loondoon'll never suspect nowt'. He he he.....am I a clever old Baron or what?"
And he laughed long and hard, the bells on his trousers tintinabulated merrily - and the RAF waited...and waited....and waited............