We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember Guy King
saying something like:

The message
from Grimly Curmudgeon contains
these words:

At the end of the war the Spit itself was becoming out-classed by the
likes of the Mustang.

Only 'cos we gave 'em proper engines.

Yep. The Allison was ****e.
--

Dave