I thought you would agree. Just what had you got in mind? An MG17, rudder, compass, joystick, a few rounds of MG FF ammo or a throttle control lever perhaps? With luck, maybe a packet of stogies if you managed to bag AG - what!
Olga was duly chosen to...well, actually, she immediately demanded the keys to SNAFU's Bentley and sped off towards Kenley while towing that string of bean cans which had been fixed to the tailpipe as an early warning device should any unauthorised persons attempt to take the said vehicle.
I am sure she intends to spend the night there because she packed Drubbins' horsewhip and her Soviet Heroines Bridal Ensemble which she purchased by mail order from the 1939 Politburo Fashion Catalogue Kiev Tractor Factory Edition after an inebriated C51 rashly promised to marry her in order to pay off a gambling debt. I wonder which poor sod will be struggling to undo her wire-reinforced stays?
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
