Marky Boy What does a Canadian journalist, columnist, and film and theater critic really know about Scotland or England he should stick to the luvvie stuff whose sniffing what and whose poking who.
Baked Potato
Guess you summed it, eh, Cobber?
Anyone who upsets an Englishman's pathological denial of the dangerously degenerate state of his country is a Brit-basher or a Canadian lightweight?
OK then, RIP once great britain.
Have you learned Urdu, yet and Arabic? Better soon, I'd reckon. And make sure the kids start it young so they'll be able to understand during koran class at school - and get jobs at the kebabery - 'n stuff like that.
And you'd better get online to www.arabzon.co.uk for the Arabic words to the North Yemen's eunoch community's reminder of the way things used to be:
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld Lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
And there's a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie's a hand o thine
And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught,
For auld lang sine.
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld Lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!