The Great Escape

Are my talents that obvious? No sooner have I sat down to breakfast than Fernando, the children’s entertainer who we met poolside the previous day, turns up and implores me to join his entertainment team for the day. What larks I’m going to have. Seems easy enough - he’s given me a white wig, medallions, gold shorts and a cigar.
That’s so not funny. If I was David Steel I’d willingly be tendering my resignation. If forced to, obviously.
Later, the sound of a helicopter arriving - I’d been tipped off, and we quickly make our way to the roof. Before long we’re off on the jolly old VC-10. Hello Blighty!