The Church of England is now so gay that there’s talk of two naked marines forming a spit roast with the padre at this year’s Christmas Drumhead Service in Basra.
Imagine if the situation was reversed and the Muslim occupying forces here held one of their Ramadan goat slaughtering ceremonies in your local Arndale Centre drinking blood and everything.
The Foreign Office used to be the best in the world. They were expert at subjugating people without them noticing. Now with all the secondary modern and grammar school boys in charge and worse, those hysterical women with something to prove, the union jack is reviled the world over. It will take more than handing out a few toffees to the kids to smooth this over.
And talking about marines, just when did they turn into the King’s Own Butterballs? That video of them fighting naked was a shocker. Flabby coca-cola bellies rippling as they fought like girls. What ever happened to the wiry Jocks of the 51st Highland Division, who would run you through with a bayonet nice as ninepence and as sweetly as telling you the time?
My God and no mistake.
The Iraqis must hate our guts.
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