Overlord 2004

Originally posted by gordon
I knew there had to be some common ground somewhere, apart from an admiration for Stollies.

I find Vogon poetry, paint drying or grass growing is far more entertaining than 22 men propelling an inflated sheep's bladder by kicking it.

Ah, Stollies; bit like a helicopter, use it for an hour and work on it for two.

Hello to everyone at the ceremonies, got some Normandy cheese here with lunch which is the closest I'll get.

The Dutch contingent of McSpool has just reported by telephone; as thought no one was going anywhere today, not even to the hypermarché. French plod have the place shut down because of the royalty, presidents, VIPs and the entourage of bureaucratic hangers-on.

Military helicopters of all nations are as common as flies and twice as annoying he says. It is reported that Ball-Spinning continues his breakfast régime of black tea (although some admixture of Calvados has been noted, allegedly) plus two generous mugs of white wine, to be followed with a liberal amount of beer for compaction; however, the afternoon "nap" has also made a re-appearance. Can't think why.

Little else to report owing to the activities of the continental fun police, they say. Al's WC6 apparently takes exception to modern high-volatility EU spec fuel with percolation very evident on these hot days which was a good excuse for a stop and brew-up beside the road, as we English would do.

The signals office in Shirrell Heath was duly decorated on this historic day in respect to our Canadian friends; this has seemed to cause some huge puzzlement to the locals who have grown accustomed to the proliferation of defaced St George Crosses owing to the sheep bladder kicking saga, but just cannot figure out what the unusual Red Ensign actually is.

I await the first person to ask what football team it represents.

R.
SH.SC.