I bet they print that A3 and use it as a target.
The man is in the van of British exceptionalism and always has been. He's long since drunk deeply from the well that imagines an authentic England of tea shops, vicars on bikes, Winnie the Pooh and thatched cottages.
Their banks are still open for business, though. No questions asked.
We should send Macron to tell Trump to get straight to fuck.
It's the accent.
Let's not lend our men and warships unless the US pays exorbitant rates for the lease.
What's good for the goose etc....
Why not!? Literally everyone else did.
And Dr Alwin Seward in Vampyros Lesbos which I studied closely during the VHS years.
Tired pilots, flying too many missions, bumping into each other.
That's right mate, you keep on pissing around with issues on the fringes of the public's consciousness. It's not like there's anything else going on.
But his recent analysis reads like a man asking the US to gift him wish fulfillment. It's all a bit daft.
To be fair Hamish was a very good tank commander in his day. He wrote the book on how to combat the cheap, unreliable, blind at night and vulnerable to cheap weaponry Russian armour he faced in Iraq. But nobody listened to him and those lessons had to be learned again in Ukraine.
A mate of mine was stuck in a broken down tank with him for over 24hrs. Great days, 12 tanks left the base in Germany, only three made it as far as the notional line of engagement.
Poor Hamish, he spent over 20 years in the army waiting for the nuclear conflict he'd become an expert in. Looks like he hasn't totally given up hope.
Hello June. I do still drop in on occasion. Hope you're both well.
*apologises for throwing small individually wrapped pain au chocolats at my unexpected visitors on Strade Bianche day*
*continues to throw pain au chocolats*
Wish Pog hadn't done that to his hair. He looks like he's going to front a synth pop Eurovision entry.
Yay! Spring is the best time of the cycling year.
Sorry about the drunk thing. Although on any given day I do have a 50% chance of being right.
It's rrrrrreally weird. Never mind the war and atrocities, lads. Their uniforms and accessories were so chic.
She's part of the ownership group at the Denver Broncos.
Look, it's just my starting point for a tale of OAP hospital wards, opioid pain killers and those wheeled walkers with brakes and a tartan shopping bag.
SHE WAS DRUNK, BLUESKY!
I was given a stainless steel Parker ballpoint pen and propelling pencil set in a faux velvet lined presentation case today, lads.
So I must be going back to school.
Kristi Noem deserves some kind of award for being too venal and gobby for a Trump administration to live with.
Hegseth is an appalling little man. He's loving having his war to narrate and can't understand why members of the press aren't rushing the podium to high five him every time he announces more slaughter.
Not NOW Mark, FFS.
Sleepy Welsh coastal town living does have its moments.
A prom full of local OAPs on their mobility scooters making the most of the sunshine and the over 65s special offers at the Beach Cafe.
I worked on that plant and it'd take 5 - 7 years to rebuild it. I'd be physically disconnecting process units from each other too. Fires like that usually need putting out with explosions.
Damn you Billy Bob...
