Reg hack insults the Parachute Regiment
'You cheeky little f**ker!'
FoTW The following is not a classic steam-coming-out-of-ears flame per se, but a demonstration of what happens if you piss off the Paras, and in particular their 'chute-borne display team, the Red Devils.
Indeed, if you want to incur the wrath of the Maroon Machine*, you can save yourself the trouble of invading the Falklands and simply write this comment regarding flying Italian minxes at the Farnborough Air Show:
The highlights on offer over the weekend include the Shooting Stars - the all-female Italian parachute team sponsored by aspirant space pod sky-dive company Aero Sekur. They'll be followed by the relatively humdrum British Army parachute team, the Red Devils.
Oh dear, oh dear...
I've got a comment for you cheeky little fucker! If you knew anything about parachuting whatsoever you'd probably be qualified to give a valid opinon. "Relatively humdrum". I invite you to take a look at our website www.reddevilsonline.com where you'll find a collection of awesome photographs and video footage collected by the team from around the world. The Red Devils are regarded in the global parachuting community as the best display team in the world and thats not by accident. Currently we are the only European parachute team to be invited to the U.S to take part in Airshows over there ( all larger and slightly more interesting than Farnborough). It seems that you've been cunt struck by a few fluttering eyelids from some beautiful Italian girls, with a large cash sponsor. Ask them if they want to exit the aircraft from 3000 ft build a try by side downplane fly it vertically at the ground till 300 ft then land on a cross inside a stadium. Think I know what there answer will be! Next time do a little research before you print such insulting rubbish, well done in pissing off 20 paratroopers!!
For the record, Lewis Page is an ex-military chap himself, and we believe his quip is an example of what is euphemistically known as "inter-service rivalry" - something which normally manifests itself as RAF flyboys, Marines, Jack Tars and assorted Pongos trading blows in the public bars of garrison town hostelries.
Mercifully, we believe the Red Devils are currently heavily engaged on the air show circuit, but have as a precaution posted look-outs armed with binoculars on the roof of Vulture Central just in case they decide to drop in and pay us a visit. ®
* The berets of Blighty's airborne forces are of course maroon, not actually red.
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