Last month some miserable German b*stard had a go at my kids for playing loudly on the play area next to his house. My little girl came home in tears. Her brother, always very protective of his sister, is made of sterner stuff, he stood his ground and started flicking fresh dog sh*t at Hitlers windows with a stick. He was rewarded for his ingenuity with a thick ear. On hearing of this I went round to remonstate with the erstwhile Nazi and to point out that he'd bought his house on the cheap next to the busy play area, in a family estate. As the bulbous square-head stood on his doormat he made the mistake of referring to my family as Inseln-affen (island apes) a term of endearment used by the box heads for the Brits. At this point I heard a voice in my head saying "Kick him in the slats for verily he is a noxious box-head" and it was so. Does anyone else receive similar messages from God? Amen!