I am shortly leaving the sandpit and my beloved Palace here in Baghdad so I thought I would pass on my favourite story as told by an American collegue. She is a Chinook pilot and was over here doing an exercise in Sennybridge with the chosen ones (The British Infantry). She was a regular in the Naafi and after another good night on the pi55 was speaking next day to the Padre. "Did you enjoy last night and did the troops look after you he asked? "Why yes" she said, "I was double-fisted all night" Padre nearly chokes to death but calls over a good sized (giggling) crowd and follows up with: "And so who was the lucky party?" "Oh", she replies "The whole company" The Padre then explained that double-fisting in English does not quite correspond to the American version (having a beer in each hand). She actually tells the story very well and loves telling Brits of the night she was double-fisted all night by an entire Infantry Company - a situation that most women can only dream of. I am out of here.