"There I was - on my back, 10,1000 feet up and no instruments, three Huns on my tail and only four rounds left so what did I do? You're right, Esther, I nonchalantly lit a cigarette and escaped in the smokescreen. Whew!" (no money paid for the endorsement, Thanks for the cigs. You're too kind. Everything here is Ok and I'm still flying for Fighter Command and no fooling from now on. Regards to Herbie and the little Sprog.