Before I too am 'sectioned' Wurger and put in a straight jacket, I must say Pythonesque...are you really sure you wanted to join this site R Pope?
I can see it now, '...and the four lumbering Swordfish which remained, each astride a fused black pudding, avoided the anti-aircraft fire and shed their load into the Italian gravy. Soon the Italian fleet would be rendered' nigh but useless and the Fleet Air Arm triumphant, with the rest of the world knowing the Royal Navy sure knew its flying onions...' And with not a string bag in sight.
"I must stop this...it is extremely silly" he said, adjusting his Sam Brown belt.
Thanks vikingBerserker for the poem too...it all makes sense now.
You know, when I saw Paul's comment up there earlier, I thought about posting the photo of that dangling squirrel that caught himself by the marble-bag...
Then I thought naw...we'll wait and see what Mike puts up!