Quietly supping my pint in the village pub last night, when the peace was broken by a rhythmic beat getting louder. " That's the distinctive sound of an approaching chinook " Says the village ex TA ( part time soldier, full time banging on about it - courtesy Jack Dee ). " I know that cos we used them all the time in the TA ". " Actually that's my washing machine in the room upstairs " Says the landlady. " What did you say you were in ? " asked the bearded old fella in the corner. Cost of a pint of guinness - £3.20 The look on Mr TA's face - fucking priceless !