This one was so clearly a nightmare. I hope Her Majesty kneecaps the ****s.
This one was so clearly a nightmare. I hope Her Majesty kneecaps the ****s.
He always comes across as such a pathetically miserable creature though; it quite makes one pity the fellow.
Reading about British HiSo on the riviera in the '30s and post-war. The pair of them always hanging around like a bad smell, imposing themselves on (often reluctant) hosts, taking issue at the tiniest perceived slight, desperate to be the centre of attention and madly determined to hold onto the royal status and respect they were no longer due.
Ghastly people. Sad and miserable, nonetheless.
:hehe: I still feel like I'm mates with The Old Man, Tiny, Porta and the Legionnaire. Julius Heide, not so much.
I'm pretty sure that at some point the Legionnaire stopped being Muslim for a while and became a Buddhist. Also he had a peculiarly on/off relationship with booze.
Was the Legionnaire the one whose tackle had been shot off in an earlier campaign?
Every man with a little spirit and adventure has, at some time in their life, befriended a Tiny. You quickly realize that he is so out of your league when it comes to brawing and boozing that you will soon end up disappointing him so best to extricate yourself from the friendship before you get seriously injured.
Do these people ever stop to consider just how drearily conservative these maunderings are? In essence, they are no different to previous generations bemoaning unwelcome societal change in everything from votes for women to the end of the death penalty and the legalisation of homosexuality. Things change - deal with it.
Do these people ever stop to consider just how drearily conservative these maunderings are? In essence, they are no different to previous generations bemoaning unwelcome societal change in everything from votes for women to the end of the death penalty and the legalisation of homosexuality. Things change - deal with it.