Some years ago a few chums and I where returning from dropping off some recruits, driving south in a 110 Rover. I was monging it in the back. We had reached the stage of abject boredom, when we saw an archtypal soapdodger thumbing a lift, giving us a big vacant grin. Being impressed by his neck, we actually stopped and picked him up - I slung his HUGE grip into the back, along with me, and he jumped into the back as well. After a while - yes, he was a student - the grown up bit of us surfaced and we thought that we should ask him what was in his grip. The cheeky fcuker actually looked at us, tapped the side of his nooter and said... "keep your farking nose out." Must admit, we where a bit surprised and the bag was very big. I looked at the vehicle commander, who asked the same Q - same response... "tap tap, kep your farking nose out." Serious voice.. "look, Sir, this is a military vehicle and we demand to know what is in the bag." "Tap, tap, keep your farking nose out. " Commander - next time, mag to grid"... me: "understood.." "Sir, I need to know now whats in the bag." By now I was imagining drugs, PE, body parts the lot. "Tap, tap, keep your FARKING NOSE OUT."On went the brakes, vehicle stopped six minutes later, we hoofed him out of the back of the Rover and drove off. He only left the bag in the back, the twaat.