Here was the famous Khyber Pass, the gateway to India.
This was a vital key point, guarded night and day by the celebrated Highland regiment, the 3rd Foot & Mouth. Fearless fighting men, aptly referred to by the natives as "the Devils in Skirts".

SERGEANT MAJOR: Private Widdle!

Sergeant Major?

Private Widdle, I know you're an ignorant nana, but when you are ordered to attention, you are courteously requested to stop shuffling your flaming feet about!

I was only trying to keep warm.

Oh, so you're cold, are you?


Perishing. The way the wind whistles up the Pass.

I'm sorry to hear that, Widdle. Maybe you'd like me to get you a hot-water bottle.

Oh, how very kind.

As a matter of fact, I already have one.

(Splash)

And what, may I ask, is that thing doing in there?

It keeps my dangler warm.

Give it here!



For the last time, stop calling it a dangler!

It's a sporran!

Yes, Sergeant Major. Sorry.

Look at you, Widdle.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 16:37, 1 reply, 17 years ago)

needs more line breaks

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 16:38, Reply)

No, I reckon there's just about enough

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 16:39, Reply)

Fair do's

But what is it from?
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 16:42, Reply)

Carry On Up the Khyber

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 8 Dec 2009, 16:43, Reply)