


After much fockering around (as usual) from trying to fix it I decided to leave it till I got back to the hangar and then try and attack it with a vengeance.



To no avail could I get the fu#@ing thing to work so I phoned around and found somebody to fix it and on inspection found A BLOND WHIRLEY TWIRLEY PUBIC HAIR stuck in the fuel flow impellor...



WTF???????



Everything working ok now. Moral of the story is to never fill up when you have a bit of the FUZZ HANGING AROUND - and wear your own knickers whenever possible!



His Right Honourable Gaylord Fokkership
