Thank you to the lad in the maroon Para RE tee-shirt who twatted the sly cunt trying to dip Mrs Ham-Shank's handbag in the Revolution Bar in Richmond after the game. I was in the Gent's at the time and tried to search for you and your muckers out but you'd scarpered. Fucking good drills lads! Couldn't buy you a pint but 50 quid on its way to HfH as a thank you. No thanks to the fat, chinless wonder in the Siemens Medical rugby shirt who, in between boring all and sundry with tales of derring-do as a STAB Major (all that is apart from the two braying, donkey headed scutters that he was with), watched the sly fucker dip the Missus's bag but could only bring himself to criticise her PerSec drills. You, Sir (if you actually deserve the designation) are a cunt! How's your nase?