Sowerbutt's Visitor

As the motorcade pulled out of the gates of RAF Leuchars on its way to Holyrood and lunch, one of the RAF guards standing rigidly to attention whispered to his mate: “Cor blimey. I’m going to tell my grandkids I was feet away from Uncle Joe.”

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