life and war
What is it with those people who live over there? We were saying down the pub last night that the problem over there is that it’s too hot, mate. It’s like when you’re on holiday in Spain and you sit on the beach all day necking bottles of that San Miguel. It does send you a bit loopy and, be fair, we’re only over there for a couple of weeks. Imagine if we were in the sun all the time like those Iraqi lads, we’d be as potty as they are. And it’s not just Iraq, it’s the whole area. It’s like going south of the river at the weekend. Those Israelis had to chop some more of the Arabs living in their country tonight for taking the piss after they’ve been told to simmer down. Anymore pissing about and we’ll chop the lot of you. Kill one of ours and we’ll do fifty of yours. You can’t fault that can you? They don’t fuck about, those Israeli lads. It’s like they’ve been taking lessons from Davey Ribnecklace Gallagher. Step on their feet at the bar and they’ll have your fucking legs off, mate.