[Farmer John]

It will need the fuel turning on even sooner.

Tmac, your bleeding of the fuel system was masterly, I noticed you delicately mopped a drip of diesel from the bleed valves with a tissue, to rub in the clumsiness of my efforts in the past.

All back on board, let's have a slight drink. Raise your glasses to Tmac, again I hear you all shout.

Plaggy stewards, a few cans of pees and some horses doofers, and none of those pineapple and cheese on sticks, that's a bit old fashioned.