17 thoughts on “Was It For This?”

  4. Andyourpointiswhatexactly?

    Sing Hallelujah!
    Sing it
    Sing Hallelujah!
    Sing it, yeah!
    Sing Hallelujah!

    Feels like I’m on me hols in Corfu or summink! Bangin’ tune.

    1. Papi

      Just what is it that you want to do?
      Well, we wanna be free, we wanna be free to do, what we wanna do
      And we wanna get loaded, and we wanna have a good time
      And that’s what we’re gonna do! Away baby, let’s go.
      We’re gonna have a good time, we’re gonna have a party!

  8. Ollie Cromwell

    I wonder if there’s a website in Blighty constantly worrying whether Irish people are being mistaken for Brits.
    Somehow I doubt it.
    Off your knees and stop snivelling over your inferiority complex.

    1. Brother Barnabas

      we don’t *worry* about being mistaken for brits- we get offended by it (unless we’re hammered and behaving like knobs… then we understand)

      1. Andyourpointiswhatexactly?

        Speak for yourself. I’ve been crying openly at my desk since I first saw this at 9.15am today. O the HUMANITY.

    2. scottser

      for a guy who hates immigrants so much, you’re still happy to use the Indian word for ‘foreigner’ to describe your ‘homeland’.
      ‘The term was particularly used by World War I poets such as Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon. During that war, a “Blighty wound” — a wound serious enough to require recuperation away from the trenches, but not serious enough to kill or maim the victim — was hoped for by many, and sometimes self-inflicted.[6]’

      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blighty

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