“And Private Eye turned you down?” “Sadly, yes. Said people might get the wrong idea. Mind you, this was just after those fakes a bunch of bored squaddies made in the back of a three-tonner in Aldershot were splashed all over the redtops as the real McCoy, and they weren't half as convincing as ours.” “Do I want to know how you know they were taken in Aldershot?” “We'll never find out, because I don't propose to tell you.” Matt attempted to stifle a yawn. “Excuse me.” “Oh, don't!