Occulomency visited a former World War II bomber base this weekend. The purpose of the visit was to view a series of races and displays pertaining to the 50th birthday of the British motoring icon, the Mini.
But some things are not as they first seem. Sure there were a plethora of Union flags, lots of pomp and circumstance and a good deal of good old fashioned pluck. But when Lettie nearly fell off a bouncy castle, a smartly dress fellow informed me in an unmistakable German accent to "superwise your child, old bean".
Gradually Occulomency began to notice odd things. Why were the Burger-Bar prices written with the figure seven featuring a cross stroke? Why were they selling bars of chocolate made in Vienna? Why did all of the staff have blue eyes and blonde hair? Why are they so pro the new Mini whilst seemingly ignoring the old one? Could it really it be?
Slowly and horrifyingly, Occulomency realised that the enemy was in our midst, German paratroops disguised as British car enthusiasts. As the Germans declared themselves the hitherto supposedly pukka British Touring Car Driver allowed himself an 'Ach, so'. I suppose the consession stand selling bratwurst and frankenfurter on "zie barbeque tradition von Ulm" or something like that, should have given the game away.
We tried to escape, but were all locked up in a church with the Vicar and the Verger. Fortunately, a platoon of the Home Guard were passing by on there way home from a trainign exercise, and Bravely the men infiltrated the church hall dressed as choir boys and faced the enemy head on.
But some things are not as they first seem. Sure there were a plethora of Union flags, lots of pomp and circumstance and a good deal of good old fashioned pluck. But when Lettie nearly fell off a bouncy castle, a smartly dress fellow informed me in an unmistakable German accent to "superwise your child, old bean".
Gradually Occulomency began to notice odd things. Why were the Burger-Bar prices written with the figure seven featuring a cross stroke? Why were they selling bars of chocolate made in Vienna? Why did all of the staff have blue eyes and blonde hair? Why are they so pro the new Mini whilst seemingly ignoring the old one? Could it really it be?
Slowly and horrifyingly, Occulomency realised that the enemy was in our midst, German paratroops disguised as British car enthusiasts. As the Germans declared themselves the hitherto supposedly pukka British Touring Car Driver allowed himself an 'Ach, so'. I suppose the consession stand selling bratwurst and frankenfurter on "zie barbeque tradition von Ulm" or something like that, should have given the game away.
We tried to escape, but were all locked up in a church with the Vicar and the Verger. Fortunately, a platoon of the Home Guard were passing by on there way home from a trainign exercise, and Bravely the men infiltrated the church hall dressed as choir boys and faced the enemy head on.
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