English men good and true take a moment to rejoice tomorrow. For it is St.Crispin's day.
The story shall the good man teach his son
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world
But we in it shall be remember'd
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother, be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon St.Crispin's Day
palerider wrote: ↑Sun Oct 24, 2021 7:15 am
English men good and true take a moment to rejoice tomorrow. For it is St.Crispin's day.
The story shall the good man teach his son
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world
But we in it shall be remember'd
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother, be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon St.Crispin's Day
French cunts.
Remember Agincourt Macron, you arrogant bastard.
They weren't laughing then my friend.
Not after we'd turned them in to 2nd hand dartboards.
Take no notice of that granny fiddling heshe, Macron either Mon Ami. They'll be sorry when they find out he's real name is Maude and he likes drilling onions!
palerider wrote: ↑Sun Oct 24, 2021 7:15 am
English men good and true take a moment to rejoice tomorrow. For it is St.Crispin's day.
The story shall the good man teach his son
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world
But we in it shall be remember'd
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother, be he ne'er so vile
This day shall gentle his condition
And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon St.Crispin's Day
French cunts.
Remember Agincourt Macron, you arrogant bastard.
They weren't laughing then my friend.
Not after we'd turned them in to 2nd hand dartboards.
Take no notice of that granny fiddling heshe, Macron either Mon Ami. They'll be sorry when they find out he's real name is Maude and he likes drilling onions!
Indeed.
I have a table booked for brunch tomorrow at Cote Brasserie in Salisbury tomorrow where I shall have a full English, wear my Union Jack waistcoat and shit on the table as a tip.
I have a table booked for brunch tomorrow at Cote Brasserie in Salisbury tomorrow where I shall have a full English, wear my Union Jack waistcoat and shit on the table as a tip.
Ahh, the Yelp reviews about you being a crap tipper make a lot more sense now.
Who the fuck is General Failure and why is he reading my harddisk?
I have a table booked for brunch tomorrow at Cote Brasserie in Salisbury tomorrow where I shall have a full English, wear my Union Jack waistcoat and shit on the table as a tip.
Ahh, the Yelp reviews about you being a crap tipper make a lot more sense now.
Popped into Zizzi's to enquire if they still did the novichok special but no sense of humour there I'm afraid. Then a visit to the cathedral where they asked for an optional donation to enter, the recommended amount being £7 so I told the old bitch to fuck off and strolled in to see the Magna Carta.
Then on to brunch. A snake-hipped tosser asked 'Would sir like to see ze menu' but I said No, just give me the fry-up and a pint of London Pride, I'm not interested in a fucking croque monsieur.
I left without paying and as the cunts chased me onto the street my band of brothers let loose with the longbow to the delight of a crowd of Japanese tourists.
palerider wrote: ↑Mon Oct 25, 2021 2:17 pm
Just returned.
Popped into Zizzi's to enquire if they still did the novichok special but no sense of humour there I'm afraid. Then a visit to the cathedral where they asked for an optional donation to enter, the recommended amount being £7 so I told the old bitch to fuck off and strolled in to see the Magna Carta.
Then on to brunch. A snake-hipped tosser asked 'Would sir like to see ze menu' but I said No, just give me the fry-up and a pint of London Pride, I'm not interested in a fucking croque monsieur.
I left without paying and as the cunts chased me onto the street my band of brothers let loose with the longbow to the delight of a crowd of Japanese tourists.
I love Salisbury.
Quite a day my learned friend.
Fucking croque indeed, deserving of a Bond chop to the nape if you ask me.
Still no doubt the chaps outside made them pay with the trusted longbow and the Japs have plenty of pics to muse over.
Hurrah!
