Well there I was the other week, cycling around the lanes, when I ventured past the airfield with the private aero museum. Suddenly there was a terrible noise behind me and turning round there's this bright red Fokker (is that the right spelling?) tri-plane up my arse with a grinning replica of the bleeding Red Baron bearing down on me. As I ended up in the ditch, I reckon he chalked me up as his first kill of the day. There's never a Sopwith Camel around when you need one!

While I'm on the subject of the airfield, a couple of years ago a cannabis farm was discovered in some adjoining buildings. When they burnt the crop the wind was in JUST the right direction - Wow! Far out, man!We were stoned for days.