A fond memory of Blackpool in the early '80s. We'd (me and Peter P) flown in in our Chippy in days when the radio rarely worked on xmit (not a major problem back then). On departure, we found the RH brake had failed. Peter had flown in so it was my leg back to Barton, and due the duff right brake Peter was out on the RH wingtip as 'steerer' as we slowly made our way from the apron to the runway. And it was raining. Eventually, at walking pace, we got to the holding point and I pressed the PTT.
Me: "squeel crackle burp click"
BPL ATC: "If that's SL, you are cleared to line up"
I signalled to Peter to proceed, and he steered me onto the runway, got in, (dripping wet), and we closed the canopy (so actually we were both wet having spent the last 20 minutes or so with it open).
Me: "Click, burp, Lima, crackle, pop"
BPL ATC: "If that's that bluddy Chipmunk, just GO!"
Well, he might not have actually said "bluddy", but it was certainly implied!