I was enjoying a glass or two of Prosecco (can't afford Champers) in the garden with Mrs Bas this evening when a dreadful noise split the air as some chap (or chapess) riding in something like a CAP10 on steroids proceeded to fling themself around the luft in a most skilful manner such that I was forced to telephone the local airfield to complain that they had not continued their cavortations for long enough
Thanks, WW (Suspect you were the guilty origin). Made an old ex RAF Benson guy's day.