Sleek Grey Messengers of Death

How our waterlogged maritime cousins in the Royal Navy like to think of their boat type thingy when they are about the Queen's business purveying justice to Johnny Foreigner.

If the term conjours up images of Dreadnoughts dishing the good news to some insolent chogie in some far flung corner of the British Empire, then think again. The reality is rather more sobering now that our once proud fleet has been reduced to little more than half a dozen rubber dinghies crewed by lezzers and gaysters.