I wouldnt give any of the buggers better odds than ten mins down Doncaster on a Saturday night eh John?

Special forces.. We've got one this side of the pond keeps rattling on about the paras, but doesn't stop him talking bollocks... Come to think of it, the nearer to last orders you get, the more of 'em used to be in The SAS.. Didn't impress them in The Drum in Shirebrook, my old drinking pit. They all seemed to leave Shirebrook with hard luck stories and loose teeth.

I suppose its a good idea our lads don't have guns. Many a work issue was resolved the old fashioned way when I worked down the pit. A different world back then, but we grew up. That seems to be the difference with rednecks, especially the ones in Dumbfuckistan...