The year was 1989, having left IOTC after beiong temporarily crippled. I went selling Photocopiers, and was asked to deliver one to Three Sisters Race Circuit near Wigan.
I stepped out of the office whilst the bloke there took a phone call, to see a Sea Harrier doing circuits. V. Odd thing to see in the middle of Wigan.
Anyway, this went on for a few minutes. The Harrier disappeared behind the hill at the far end of the track, popped up and zapped over the top of us at not very high off the ground.
After picking ourselves out of the dirt, someone pipes up, "AH, I know who that will have been"
Apparently, the day before, some geezer turns up in a battered mark one escort and says he wants to have a go at Kart racing. He has a lesson, and by the end of the day he has imporved so much they put him in a race, in which he does alright. In the general conversation, he says," I am a Sea Harrier pilot." as you can imagine, it was the old " Yeah right you are" routine, but as a parting comment he says that he is on his way back to meet the ship tomorrow and he'lll "pop in "
Now THAT, was style.