Hold on for a moment, will you, chaps?
I'll just dash down the road to get a packet of crisps, a bottle of beer and sort my cushions out.
How did humanity cope before winching became to be seen as a twice-weekly necessity, such as it seems to be around my way?
Internal injuries or a dislocated thumb?
Right, well get that diagnosis sorted before you put other people's lives at risk, please.
Winching operations with a Bristol Sycamore - I'm told that was interesting.