CAAAAAAAAAM OOOOOOOOORWN EEEEEENGLAAAAAAAAAND!!!
I plan to write it on stationary, just to show I mean business. Much more appropriate then my "Suck a Crumpet" chant that never really took off.
As we ready for the English match with Portugal, I notice a peculiar situation: Germany and Italy are through into the semi-finals. With an English win and if France can eke out a win over Brazil on Saturday, we have a reunion of the major participants in the Second World War. I wonder if this will be acknowledged, or will it be awkward silence, like being seated at a wedding and finding you share the table with your ex-wife, her lesbian lover, your fiancée, and Hermann Göring.
Just don't mention the war Basil.
Basil Fawlty: Now, wait a minute. Well, I got a bit confused here. Sorry! I got a bit confused, 'cause everyone keeps mentioning the war. So, could you— what's the matter?
Elder Herr: It's all right.
Basil: Is there something wrong?
Elder Herr: Will you stop talking about the war?!
Basil: ME?! You started it!
Elder Herr: We did not start it!
Basil: Yes you did — you invaded Poland.
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