You bully boys of Liverpool, I'll have you to beware, When you sail on them packet ships, no dungaree jumpers wear; But have a big monkey jacket all ready to your hand, For there blows some cold nor'westers on the Banks of Newfoundland.

They were like old women with their fucking stupidity; their absolute cuntishness seemed to cling to them like shit to a blanket.

ooh you are oodles braver than I am....I am scaredy of jellycopters :-)

There's more for him to do than daunder about the hillside with a trout-wand over his shoulder.