Sunday, 13 May 2012

Plane as the nose on your feet

My stepson visited yesterday afternoon. He's serving in the RAF at a secret location next to a field of leeks. After a spot of tea I changed ready for work. He watched me tying my shoes.
'They're very shiny', he said.
'I polish them' I replied somewhat sarcastically.
'Mine are painted', he said.
'With what?'
'Tornado nose cone paint.'

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