
My awesome grandad flew in Wellingtons in the war. Damn, those shortages were terrible. Tell us about brilliant-stroke-rubbish grandparents.
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( , Thu 2 Jun 2011, 21:51)
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He worked for British Armories a long time ago when Britain was still friends with Kernel Gaddafi and he went for a tour of the factory.
( , Mon 6 Jun 2011, 17:05, 2 replies)

...or you don't know how to spell Colonel.
Not that he is one, of course. He's as much a colonel as I am an admiral of the fleet.
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