Those are my beers... she's bringing you lot yours next.

Welcome to the Club, Jimmy. I'm going to have to confess that I don't know who last had the cricket bat... it's not in its usual place...

Oh that I was back in the dear old PBI.
With no more Triplanes on me tail, nor tracer tracing by.
And no more flames and clickerty-clack and no more blooming sky,
And only a couple of feet to fall whenever I want to die.

No. 56 Squadron Song