Ta*f Jo*n, the renowned but terse '60's Hastings OCU QFI, of Welsh extraction (hope that hasn't blown the DPA!), had just completed a check-ride with a Co-Pilot student. They entered the debriefing room and Ta*f sat down behind the desk, busying himself with the paperwork. He had hardly started though when he looked up at his young protégé still standing nervously in front of him.
"Tell me, what's your name?"
"Smith, Sir"
"No, no, I mean your first name, what did your mummy call you?"
"William, Sir"
"Well William, you're f***ing chopped!"