Wednesday, September 24, 2014

What-ho, Squiffy!

CAPTION: Somewhere in England, 1944


The squadron leader enters an RAF officers' mess and takes off his helmet
Bovril: Morning, squadron leader.

Squadron Leader: What-ho, Squiffy.

Bovril: How was it?

Squadron Leader: Top hole. Bally Jerry pranged his kite right in the how's your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Bovril: Er, I'm afraid I don't quite follow you, squadron leader.

Squadron Leader: It's perfectly ordinary banter, Squiffy. Bally Jerry ... pranged his kite right in the how's yer father ... hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper's and caught his can in the Bertie.

Bovril: No, I'm just not understanding banter at all well today. Give us it slower.

Squadron Leader: Banter's not the same if you say it slower, Squiffy.

Bovril: Hold on, then. (shouts) Wingco!

Wingco: Yes!

Bovril: Bend an ear to the squadron leader's banter for a sec, would you?

Wingco: Can do.

Bovril: Jolly good.

Wingco: Fire away.
 
Squadron Leader: (draws a deep breath and looks slightly uncertain, then starts even more deliberately then before) Bally Jerry ... pranged his kite ... right in the how's your father ... hairy blighter ... dicky-birdied ... ... feathered back on his Sammy ... took a waspy ... flipped over on his Betty Harper's ... and caught his can in the Bertie.

  
Wingco: ... No, don't understand that banter at all.

Squadron Leader: Something up with my banter, chaps?
A siren goes. The door bursts open and an out-of-breath young pilot rushes in in his flying gear.

Pilot: Bunch of monkeys on your ceiling, sir! Grab your egg and fours and let's get the bacon delivered.
General incomprehension. They look at each other

Wingco: Do you understand that?

Squadron Leader: No, didn't get a word of it.

Wingco: Sorry old man, we don't understand your banter.

Pilot: You know ... bally ten-penny ones dropping in the custard ... (searching for the words) um ... Charlie Choppers chucking a handful ...

Wingco: No, no ... sorry.

Bovril: Say it a bit slower, old chap.
Pilot: Slower banter, sir?

Wingco: Ra-ther!

Pilot: Um ... sausage squad up the blue end!

Squadron Leader: No, still don't get it.

Pilot: Um ... cabbage crates coming over the briny?

Squadron Leader: No.

Wingco, Pilot and Bovril: No, no ...
Stock film of a German bombing raid.


Which is to say that Chris T and I have been building and playing a fair amount of Bolt Action lately: my Brits v his Germans. Tremendous fun -and I've been quoting the above incessantly. What-ho!

5 comments:

Greg Hess said...

These are absolutely gorgeously painted models. Great scenery and photos!

Brian said...

Thank you very much, Greg. The models are coming along. I can't take any credit for the scenery, however. That's just the stock from the FLGS. good stuff.

Phil said...

Great looking minis, beautiful job!

Admiral Drax said...

These look BLOODY AMAZING!

Also, nice work with my favourite setch of all time. Mrs Drax despairs of me.

Brian said...

@ Phil. Thanks! It's been fun working on these Bolt Action beauties.

@ Admiral Drax. Thank you very much. We are finding our feet with the game and really enjoying the visual hobby facet of the entire affair. Wonderful stuff with plenty more to follow. Scenery is our next big task.

Solidarity, by the by. What-HO! has been a staple of my conversation for some time, for better and for worse.