Ooop at 't werrks, Old Seth had heard 't news on 't wireless and was reet upset. So off he scuttled off to see 't Bungling Baron Waste o' Space....
"Master, master, there's trouble at mill", announced Seth.
"Nay, nay lad. Don't fret thee sen'", muttered 't Baron, "Them boche boogers are moaning about 't holes in 't Eurofighterr. Nowt' wrong wi' em - 't lads used biggest hammers in 't werks an' a few hobnails off 't clogs to make 't holes. Allus werrks reet gradely, tha' knaws".
And dismissing Seth, t' Baron settled down to a nice plate of ram's testicle tart, whilst dreaming wistfully of his late, eternally flatulent whippet, Boogeroff.