...at the RAF's Sunday evening reception at the Toronto airshow I was chatting to a rather super young lady who was wearing a red suede outfit with a "raggedy edged " skirt which was a tad revealing. We were getting along nicely when in smooths "Joe Cool" who was number 6 with the Thunderbirds (who had failed to perform the entire w/e because the WX was outside their limits).
"Hey there sweet heart, I'm Joe Cool, I'm with the Thunderbirds". I of course didn't exist on his planet.
Now, she had fought her way into the hotel past the huge
PR machine for the Thunderbirds, posters, video displays, airmen in immaculate powder blue flying suits, the whole nine yards
She completely blew me away with her reply - "Who?? the who?". He slunk away with his one chat-up line not working.
I picked her up and whirled her around, kissed her and put her back down, laughing fit to bust.
"What did I do? Did I do something good?"
"More than you'll ever know darlin' more than you'll ever know.
The Ancient Mariner