"Top hole. Bally Jerry pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie."
"Bunch of monkeys on your ceiling, sir! Grab your egg and fours and let's get the bacon delivered."
More or less what you said JRT, but "mow down the fockers will do nicely". Almost the mirror image of my litany when ambitious neighbours feel like sparking up their gas mowers of a Sunday morning.
Indeed Dux, a serious drink to Graham Chapman, brilliant man.
"you know you've done a wheels up landing when it takes full power to taxi."
