- 19-06-2012, 19:19 #21
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- 19-06-2012, 20:00 #22
- 19-06-2012, 20:13 #23
- 19-06-2012, 21:12 #24
It's shite with continued shite
If I sat down with my great grandads, grandfathers, various great uncles and uncles I bet we'd all tell the same story.
I bet it would all be about the same subjects as well.
Goverments have always fucked the military.
It was bad enough in days of old when at least the goverment members had served.
It'll not get any better now that the Collage boys are in charge.We should remember the tremendous contribution of the Queen Mother to the war effort:
As the BBC pointed out, she 'bravely remained in London beside her husband' during the war.
This contrasts sharply with the actions of my grandfather who, on the declaration of war immediately left his wife and children and pissed off, first to France, then North Africa, Italy, France (again) and finally Germany.
The shame will always be with us.
- 19-06-2012, 21:50 #25
- 19-06-2012, 22:02 #26
No Gloster Javelin was ever shot down in air to air combat either.
It also had the rather amazing feat for a jet interceptor designed in the 50's and serving into the 60's of actually having a slower rate of climb than a WWII Spitfire.
Clearly, we should bring back the Gloster Javelin too.
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- 19-06-2012, 22:08 #27
- 19-06-2012, 22:56 #28
It's a crying shame, I think his aptitude for being a bellend outstrips his ability as a 'journalist' any day. Surely one of his editors must have told him that 'elf and safety' has never, ever been funny. Ever. Neither has 'yumin rites'. Both make him sound like more of a mong than he already is.
- 19-06-2012, 23:01 #29
- 19-06-2012, 23:12 #30
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Mr "You couldn't make it up" has an Achilles heel. He rose through the ranks at the Sun under Kelvin's patronage. Columnists are often picked for their ability to tune into the core buyers of the paper. In Littlejohn's case it was White Van Man. So he churned out endless elf and safety, darkies, gyppoes, loony lefty stuff, because it sold newspapers.
Dacre took him on board because he thought the Mail was getting a bit too entrenched in the 'middle class woman' market and he wanted a new raft of readers. What better way to attract them than to hire a male bellend with a megaphone?
I used to see him a lot in the pubs in Highgate and Hampstead, lashed out of his chariot with a bunch of sycophantic 'working class' mates, singing the sash and sneering at the posh locals. He was already a millionaire, so the sneering stuck in my craw a bit.
He has his cake and eats it too.
"Blimey! Those desk jockeys in the MoD are letting our brave heroes down a bit. While our brave lads are sticking it to the Taliban, they're at the next table to me at the Ivy, roystering it up and spilling my pint. You couldn't make it up!"