12:00 Mr. Paul "Fozzer" enters the local airfield... and asks for that nice Brunner Winkle form 1931...
But sir.. There's a hurricane comming our way...
Now listen young chap... we Brits love rainy weather... gimme those keys!
And so our beloved hero departs...
Hurricane my English butt! This is just some clouds!
M'kay... more clouds... stalling engine... this is more like it! lol!
Yoink! Thats a wee bit close...
... bwah... let's get down... but only cause it's almost time for dinner...
See? No harm done...
... Later... in the airfield cafetaria...
Evening chaps... rather wicked weather don't ya think?
What, hurricane?
That bit of drizzle outside? Hardly worth mentioning!
Lol...
Omag
