Stainless' post reminds me of a few years ago.
"There's the 'Red Baron' again." A red Pitts that regularly practices over a nearby airfield, so named by the local news site after complaints from villagers.
My ears cocked; "No it's not that's a bloody Merlin!"
Rushing outside, I witnessed a glorious display by a Spitty despite the rain and low cloud. Turns out it was hired for a old customer's daughter's wedding.
One of the highlights of my sad little existence that was. Even if I cfould afford it, I don't think my daughters would appreciate it. or the majority of their young guests.