Sometimes the best response is resounding silence and the idiots either go away, go out of business or build a quality product. I was putting together my first real wardrobe together in San Francisco while stationed there.That town still had a genteel element that expects ladies to wear gloves and men ties in certain establishments and public venues. I picked out a 'dusty rose' dress shirt. My barracks mate began making cracks about my pink shirt going over well on Polk and Castro. The haberdashery was a famed british store. The proprietor gave my roommate a pained look and dryly replyed " my Spitfire was painted pink." Later I asked my old airstation skipper if he was making a joke. the captain pulled out a book from his extensive collection and opened a two page spread of a WW2 photo recon Spit- painted pink <img src="/images/graemlins/blush.gif" alt="" /> It seems pink is a very effective camoflage colour in the sky- more so than pale blue. As it was, the gay population popularised leather bomber jackets and moustaches that season, both of which our Coastie Airdales wore as social identification and discarded rapidly <img src="/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" />