I don't know what pip pip means, Joe. I've noticed a peculiar mannerism of sucking noises like chirping squirrels and harumphs in British officers' messes and wardrooms and among men of some privilege over there, sort of like the way we Canadians tend to put eh at end of sentences which drives me crazy, too. Invited to lunch in Hazelmere south of London a couple years ago, the epicentre of Maggie's support, the toffs were all dressed the same in tweed, blazers and regimental ties, all real good guys with fine records in military and public service, no fakirs among them. But gorblimey, the affectation, wiggling and pursing of lips was hard for this colonial boy to hoist aboard!
