That's true V. So I'm off to the last bastion of Britishness. The frontier of the wooden walls of England. The channel islands. The line in the sand between us and the foul and most......foreign, French.
Noooooooooo! Not Sandy Bay! Flashback to childhood. Prison camp shower blocks and 'The Entertainment'!
Cheers V. First thing to do when we get there is find a pub that'll show the Heineken cup for me and the Chelsea game for my mate and the MotoGP for us both. Just like being at home really.
Lol good come back. So is your dad just the one regiment or did your dear mother put it about a bit!!