“By Jove old boy, bully, I repeat, bully, what a lovely jubbly.”
“I must say, that certainly was as bent as a nine-bob note those Iranian chaps taking our lads captive like that, I must say.”
“Right. Quite right. But we knew all along it was a game with two halves. It certainly looked like the whole mess had gone up the spout but as sure as Bob’s your uncle, it came out tickety boo in the end.”
“More tea?”
“Yes quite.”
“Crumpet?”
“Well, I’m not made of stone am I?”
“Haw, haw, I must say, haw haw.”
“Did you ever notice that their president, er, what’s his name?”
“Mahmoud Ahmadinejad?”
“Yes, that’s the chap. Have you ever noticed he looks an awful lot like that Amercian actor, Jamie Farr?”
“I hadn’t noticed, but now that you mention it, yes, yes he does.”
“Well, I’m bursting! Aren’t you going to tell me how you managed it?”
“Managed what?”
“This whole situation was two steps beyond barking yet you pulled it out of the fire. How man, how?”
“Actually, I sought out the best strategists I could. Bush offered to help but since he was sort of to blame we felt it best if we handled it the old fashioned British way.”
“Good god man you can’t be serious!”
“When British lives are at stake there can be no half-measures.”
“You mean...”
“Right on the button old boy, we bored them into releasing our team.”
“Good show old man. Good show.”
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