Ooh, then I'm sure there was a gf... or you thought that was her status after you found this manager bloke with her photo (but I'm just a romantic )
Look, the guv'nor thinks I'm getting above mesself; wants me to be in his line; I'm a red-blooded lad and fancy flying an aeroplane and fighting Ruskies, right? Knew all I'd get was a thrashing if I spoke out so of course I took off.
But now this posh cove has asked me to sit in his motor and given me a bite. And asked if I needed work. Seems alright, decent enough. Thanked him rightly enough but said I had my plans sorted. So he asked me about them, friendly-like. Just making conversation, so I told him, right. Thought he'd laugh at me, that's what the guv'nor would do, after all, what's a skinny working lad doing thinking the Air Force would take him?
But nooo, he went all quiet and then he put the moves on. Told me he and his friends were pilots who were tracking Russian spies. And if I'd go with him then they'd train me up. Well he knows that nobody at home knows where I've gone so he could just do away with me, none the wiser. I can look after mesself of course, but the sooner I can give him the slip the better, can't believe he thought I'd be daft enough to fall for that one.