lighnings
back in the day when good old Britain had a defence industry and built beautiful planes to keep us all safe and smug.
my father was a tech sergeant on a now closed RAF base that used to fly lightnings.
one weekend he and my mum who was an air traffic controller on the base decided to get jiggy in the hanger on the wing of a lightning, unfortunately they chose sunday afternoon to get a skinfull first and whilst getting down to the sweaty business failed to see there friends at the hanger door getting a free show. pity for him he had to much to drink and shot his wad in seconds and had to put up with the nickname of lightning for the rest of his career .
not very funny but then they both were boring peeps until they had a drink inside them. i think that there may be a few more stories here for them
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