...they have a game of pool together, a few drinks and a chat, and then f*ck off home. What's wrong with that? Just blokes trying to realx, yer f**kwit. What are you reading this for? It's a simple enough scenario. Ahhh! Ahhh! But I know what you want. Want it, do you? Want it? Course you do. Must've been in Kuwait, eh? Eh? ANSWER ME!!!!! Oh I see, in Kuwait abducting Terry Waite are we? That old chestnut. Seen it all before. Still keen R U? Wanna abduct Brian Keen? Take that bevel-hairstyled Roy Keane with you for all we care. And take Sunderland FC with you, for all we care, for the less we see of those sub-Newcastle bastos the better. Bl**dy Michael Caine, walking across the bridge. Sort it out! Think yer jack the lad, d'yer? I'll sort U OUT-ah! LISTEN! RESPECT IT! Hoy!!! Ahoy here, shut your f*cking traps and listen. The Limey, Jock and Paddy have just come back into the pub! We can complete our joke. The Englishman says: ...