POBJOY.
I seem to remember you hand swinging the Comper and then having to take out the petrol soaked rag from the carb intake --- those were the wonderful carefree days at the Tiger Club. But you knew what you were doing, unlike the guy that hand swung Marcus's Auster/Terrifier with the mags on and full throttle. It then proceded to eat its way through Turb G-ASSY and the Mew Gull, then headed towards Neil refueling the Gull Six at the pumps, while we all ran and hid behind the Hangar doors. Michael then just calmly brought out his broom and swept away the bits !!!!.