Today I have invented a new sport. It’s called Trolley Launching� and the idea is to launch your shopping trolley into the trolley shed from the furthest possible distance without maiming anybody. As of today the record stands at 5 feet (stuff the metric system I’m British) but looks set to be easily broken. Watch out for your ankles…
Rosie

There must be 10 standard rules of British politics. I have worked out 2 of them. 1) Eliminate difficult HRH 2) Blame the dead guy. What sickens me is that because someone is dead you can get out of any trouble yourself. And another thing… any faith that lets you commit suicide is insufficient. The destruction you leave behind you is far more than you can imagine. And whats worse is you cant change your mind once you’ve done it. It isn’t all about you; get help because there is always someone out there that will.
White Rose (who is back and has PMT….)

What did I do when I passed out of training? I went home for a break from gunfire and beer heheheheh.

Congratulations Mob, as I know you have endured some extraordinarily tough and arduous times, probably both military related and otherwise. Anyway. Pull up a sand bag and we will swap stories. All i will say at this point is that I passed out from training and went on a night long drinking binge with my buddies. As hammered as we were, we were stilled kicked out of bed, packed and run to the next area of the camp for phase FINAL of the training. bastard DI’s!!! So, have a beer on me and feel very fucking proud of yourself.

Future: A rifle and small arms shoot out followed by beer and a gig. What ya say?

Before I go, now in the UK is the time to watch your kids even more. I saw the news and there already has been one murder and you can bet there will be others. Even if you don’t believe in prayer do it anyway. Where is God when these things happen? Where you put Him.
WR