Thread: When anal retention will bring back the Empire - Schpelling

"As we moved slowly through the outskirts of the town we passed row after row of little grey slum houses running at right angles to the embankment. At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick up the leaden waste-pipe which ran from the sink inside and which I suppose was blocked. I had time to see everything about her - her sacking apron, her clumsy clogs, her arms reddened by the cold. She looked up as the train passed, and I was almost near enough to catch her eye."

3; 2; 1; Firing NOW.........

3; 2; 1; Firing NOW ........

FFS Pass me the bloody matches.

Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes!

I bought a military watch. It didn't tell me the time, it told me to get my hair cut.
Scribbler of long and boring stories since 2006 with most of them chucked in HERE.

"As we moved slowly through the outskirts of the town we passed row after row of little grey slum houses running at right angles to the embankment. At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick up the leaden waste-pipe which ran from the sink inside and which I suppose was blocked. I had time to see everything about her - her sacking apron, her clumsy clogs, her arms reddened by the cold. She looked up as the train passed, and I was almost near enough to catch her eye."

"As we moved slowly through the outskirts of the town we passed row after row of little grey slum houses running at right angles to the embankment. At the back of one of the houses a young woman was kneeling on the stones, poking a stick up the leaden waste-pipe which ran from the sink inside and which I suppose was blocked. I had time to see everything about her - her sacking apron, her clumsy clogs, her arms reddened by the cold. She looked up as the train passed, and I was almost near enough to catch her eye."

I bought a military watch. It didn't tell me the time, it told me to get my hair cut.
Scribbler of long and boring stories since 2006 with most of them chucked in HERE.

I smell twiglets

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"However proletarian and semiliterate he may have been, the English soldier, well nourished with meat and beer, stimulated with gin, and convinced of his own racial superiority to the foreign rabble he had to face, was a magnificent combatant, as anyone who has ever seen hooligans in action at a soccer match can readily imagine."

Prof. Alessandro Barbaro, The Battle

(nicked from Mallinson, The Making of the British Army)

I bought a military watch. It didn't tell me the time, it told me to get my hair cut.
Scribbler of long and boring stories since 2006 with most of them chucked in HERE.

ARRSE - slamming the wasps from the pure apple of truth.