No more mud, death, rats, bombs, shrapnel, whizz-bangs, barbed wire
and those bloody awful songs that have the word 'Whoops' in them.
-- Edmund : Private Plane
Crikey, I'm looking forward to today. Up-tiddly-up-up down-diddly-
down-down, whoops-poop-twiddly dee, a decent scrap with the
fiendish Red Baron, a bit of a jolly old crash landing behind
enemy lines, capture, torture, escape, and then back home in time
for tea and medals!...