.....Seeing my outstretched hand, the Major lifted her arms, indicating the Uzi and Samsonite briefcase.." It appears my hands are full,perhaps we can forego the customary hand job until my Father arrives" she said. Appealing as the vision was, I was compelled to say " I think you mean hand SHAKE!". A feint smile played on the Majors lips as she said "Do I?, of course, forgive me my Father says I should come in England more often, to improve my oral skills". Peter Petty chirped up " perhaps you could improve your driving skills too". The Major stared from behind her dark glasses, the barrel of her Uzi rising level with Petty's groin. In a flurry of activity Petty was writing on his clipboard and walking briskly away, calling over his shoulder " I'll carry on with the Inspection, I'll catch up with you later......with the bad news". The sound of a light aircraft heralded the arrival of Abdul Ali, his tiny Jabiru 160 landed and rolled to a stop near The Duck Pond. I walked over to find Abdul looking out across the water, as I approached he turned, throwing wide his arms, " Neiwil, my dear friend, the only poor person worthy of my attention, may the Sacred camel of contentment light up your life". I responded in kind, " and up yours too Abdul Ali, welcome to The Plant". I was going to lead the way to my office but Abdul stopped me and said " I happen'd to notice that boat on the water, as I flew in...what is it?" Without needing to look I replied, " Very observant, you 'happen'd to notice' the 71,000 ton mass of steel that is The YAMATO, shall we go and talk about your airforce ?" Abdul Ali stood admiring the 'boat', what he said next nearly floored me, "It's impressive.... I'll take it!". I stood, stunned, after a moment I felt the need to point something out, " Abdul, you live in a land locked sand box, your closest border is 1800 miles and 2 countries from the nearest open water, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH A BATTLESHIP!!!!!!!!??" Abdul Ali shook his head, speaking like a disappointed parent to an errant child, he said " My friend, your Western way of thinking will be your downfall one day, you see only a Battleship.. I see a pool bar, anchored in the middle of my swimming pool, dispensing soft drinks to my guests and at weekends, an isolated yet safe venue for my childrens rave parties with their school friends". I only had one word left, "Sold".... Rejoining the Major and Rock, we headed for my office, as we walked along a corridor we passed Tailspin. I nodded and carried on, as the Major passed Tailspin he stopped, his eyes fixed on her gently swaying hips. Rock took the opportunity to ask why Tailspin had a loaded M60, not taking his eyes off the Major, Tailspin replied " Salma and Ella, the dinner ladies, think they saw a mouse in the kitchen, I WAS! going to sort it out". Now however mice were forgotten, propping the machinegun against the wall, Tailspin thrust his hands in his pockets and followed the Major, his head swaying in time with her hips. Rock pointed at the M60, "are you just going to leave that there ?" he asked. Tailspin called back "one of the cleaners will take it back to the armoury or put it in a broom cupboard.....don't worry about it, we've got loads !" Shaking his head Rock followed as we arrived at my office.....