Grampa: ‘So we were flying back from bombing out Berlin, when suddenly we got caught out by the Germans. My Lancaster got surrounded. There was a Fucker on the left, a Fucker on the right, a Fucker above, and a Fucker below. We thought we were screwed.
Mum: ‘Father, would you please not use that vocabulary in front of my children!
Me: ‘It’s all right mum, he’s talking about Fokkers. It’s a type of plane from Germany.
Grampa: ‘No! these Fuckers were Messerchmidts !