Sunday, June 24, 2018

The momentum is now unstoppable as the previously unionist Mail on Sunday demands...THE BREAK-UP OF THE UNITED KINGDOM

You've probably already seen this, but it has to be one of the all-time classic newspaper front pages.  Today's Scottish edition of the Mail on Sunday declares that Scotland is an "OPEN DOOR FOR TERROR" on the grounds that the paper's "investigators" (I rarely say LOL, but LOL) were able to take a ferry trip from Belfast to Cairnryan without encountering any "border controls" or having to show their passports.

There is of course a remarkably simple explanation for this shocking lack of border security.  The "investigators" didn't actually cross over an international border.  As most people have discovered by the time they leave primary school (let alone by the time they have editorial control over a national newspaper), Northern Ireland and Scotland are both part of the United Kingdom.  A ferry crossing from Belfast to Cairnryan is therefore a routine domestic voyage.  Having to show your passport on such a trip would be quite literally as daft as having to show your passport on a ferry between Mull and Oban, or between the Isle of Wight and Southampton.

I'm just about old enough to have done that trip (or rather the very similar Larne to Stranraer crossing) on three separate occasions during the Northern Ireland Troubles - in 1990, 1992 and 1994.  Even back then, there were no passport checks, and in fact there wasn't much in the way of ordinary security - a far cry from the heavily militarised international border between Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland.

The amusing part of all this is that there is only really one way to introduce the kind of hard border between Scotland and Northern Ireland that the Mail on Sunday are demanding.  And that is for Scotland and Northern Ireland to cease to be part of the same state.  Scotland will have to become independent, or Northern Ireland will have to leave the UK.  Either way this is a long distance from the Mail on Sunday's previously rock solid British nationalism, and is a development to be greatly welcomed.

88 comments:

  1. James. Maybe you should have kept this one for April Fools Day

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    1. Come on England Lets support the boys

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    2. God save our gracious Queen
      Long live our noble Queen
      God save the Queen
      Send her victorious
      Happy and glorious
      Long to reign over us
      God save the Queen

      O Lord our God arise
      Scatter her enemies
      And make them fall
      Confound their politics
      Frustrate their knavish tricks
      On Thee our hopes we fix
      God save us all

      Thy choicest gifts in store
      On her be pleased to pour
      Long may she reign
      May she defend our laws
      And ever give us cause
      To sing with heart and voice
      God save the Queen

      Not in this land alone
      But be God's mercies known
      From shore to shore
      Lord make the nations see
      That men should brothers be
      And form one family
      The wide world over

      From every latent foe
      From the assassins blow
      God save the Queen
      O'er her thine arm extend
      For Britain's sake defend
      Our mother, prince, and friend
      God save the Queen

      Lord grant that Marshal Wade
      May by thy mighty aid
      Victory bring
      May he sedition hush
      And like a torrent rush
      Rebellious Scots to crush
      God save the King

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    3. It's time for you jocks to get right behind the boys and support England

      Come on England

      England for the world cup, Come on

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    4. You can't hold or give or do it at the right time,
      Your slow we're fast we'll always get to the line,
      We'll always hit you and hurt you,
      You can't defend or attack,
      And we'll always beat you cos the jocks are crap.

      We're singing for England, Ing-ger-land
      We're singing the song
      We're singing for England arrivedeci its one on one
      Come on England!

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  2. Anonymous - The Mail on Sunday does not stick to only being foolish on 1 April, so, James was quite right to show them up. Any way, the MoS's core readership probably thinks civilisation ends at the northern exit slip roads on the M25.

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    1. You jocknatsis

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    2. Where on earth are you from?
      We're from England
      Where you come from
      Do you put the kettle on?
      Kick it
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah (bonjour)
      Nah nah nah (monsieur)
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah Nah
      We're England
      We're gonna score one more than you
      England!
      Can I introduce you please
      To a lump of cheddar cheese
      Knit one, pearl one
      Drop one, curl one
      Kick it
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah
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      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah
      Nah nah nah Nah
      We're England
      We're gonna score one more than you
      England!
      Me and me Mum and me Dad and me Gran
      We're off to Waterloo
      Me and me Mum and me Dad and me Gran
      And a…

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  3. I took the ferry off Skye to Mallaig last Friday. Don’t tell anyone, but there was no passport check there either!

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    1. You jocknatsis

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    2. It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
      Footballs coming home (we'll go on getting bad results)
      It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
      Footballs coming home
      It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
      Footballs coming home
      It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
      Footballs coming home
      Everyone seems to know the score, they've seen it all before
      They just know, they're so sure
      That England's gonna, throw it away, gonna blow it away
      But i know they can play
      'cus i remember
      Three lions on a shirt
      Jules Remet still gleaming
      Thirty years of hurt
      Never stopped me dreaming
      So many jokes, so many snears
      But all those 'oh so near's
      When your down, through the years
      But i still see that tackle by Moore
      And when Linaker scored, Bobby belting the ball
      And nobby dancing
      Three lions on a shirt
      Jules Remet still gleaming
      Thirty years of hurt
      Never stopped me dreaming
      (England have done it, in the last minute of extra time)
      (what a save, what now)
      (good old England, England that couldn't play football)
      (England have got it in the bag)
      I know that was then, but it could be again
      It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
      Footballs coming home
      It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
      Footballs coming home
      (England have done it)
      It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
      Footballs coming home
      It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
      Footballs coming home *REPEATED IN BACKGROUND*
      Three lions on a shirt
      Jules Remet still gleaming
      Thirty years of hurt
      Never stopped me dreaming
      Three lions on a shirt
      Jules Remet still gleaming
      Thirty years of hurt
      Never stopped me dreaming
      Three lions on a shirt
      Jules Remet still gleaming
      Thirty years of hurt
      Never stopped me dreaming

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    3. Jules Rimet.

      Get it? Rimming! Jocko Ladyboy's love it

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  4. And meantime, Ashcroft’s polling confirms that a majority do not give a fig about NI being in the U.K.
    I’m not sure this is good news for us in Scotland who want to go too:
    http://theconversation.com/brexit-this-poll-reveals-a-sad-truth-about-britain-and-northern-ireland-98722

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    1. You jocknatsis

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    2. When Britain first, at heaven's command
      Arose from out the azure main
      Arose, arose, arose from out the a-azure main
      This was the charter, the charter of the land
      And guardian angels sang this strain:

      Rule Britania!
      Britannia rule the waves
      Britons never, never, never shall be slaves

      Rule Britannia!
      Britannia rule the waves
      Britons never, never, never shall be slaves

      The nations, not so blest as thee
      Must in their turn, to tyrants fall
      Must in ,must in, must in their turn, to tyrants fall
      While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free
      The dread and envy of them all

      Rule Britannia!
      Britannia rule the waves
      Britons never, never, never shall be slaves

      Rule Britannia!
      Britannia rule the waves
      Brittons never, never, never shall be slaves


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    3. Right up your kilts jocks
      Right up your fucking kilts

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    4. What have England and Scotland football fans got in common this summer, they're both spending the summer in a depressing shitehole full of down and outs and alcoholics, with crap weather, terrible food and a weird psycho nutcase as a leader, except we're at the world cup and you're staying in Jockistan.

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  5. You might also have pointed out, James, that the same arrangements wil pertain on the Liverpool - Belfast run.

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    1. You jocknatsis

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    2. Flick yor wick. Jocko nat ais.

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    3. You've been sticking your jock up Scotty Poppers natsis all night you pair of dirty, lazy, scrounging jocks

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    4. And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
      And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
      And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
      And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
      And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse

      You jocknatsis
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  6. That's nothing I literally *walked* to Lindisfarne the other day at low tide... not even the sea can save us from rampaging hordes of Holy Islanders!

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    1. You were readng your bible en route?

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    2. You jocknatsis

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    3. Express yourself
      Create the space
      You know you can win
      Don't give up the chase
      Beat the man
      Take him on
      You never give up
      It's one on one
      Express yourself
      It's one on one
      Express yourself
      It's one on one
      Express yourself
      You can't be wrong
      When somethings good
      It's never gone
      Loves got the world in motion
      And I know what we can do
      Loves got the world in motion
      And I can't believe it's true
      Now is the time
      Let everyone see
      You never give up
      that's how it should be
      Don't get caught
      Make your own play
      Express yourself
      Don't give it away
      Express yourself
      Its one on one
      Express yourself
      Its one on one
      Express yourself
      You can't be wrong
      When somethings good
      Its never wrong
      Loves got the world in motion
      And I know what we can do
      Loves got the woAnd I can't believe it's true
      You've got to hold and give
      But do it at the right time
      You can be slow or fast
      But you must get to the line
      They'll always hit you and hurt you
      Defend and attack
      There's only one way to beat them
      Get round the back
      Catch me if you can
      Cos' I'm the England man
      And what you're looking at
      Is the master plan
      We ain't no hooligans
      This ain't a football song
      Three lions on my chest
      I know we can't go wrong
      We're playing for England {In-ger-land}
      We're playing the song
      We're singing for England {In-ger-land}
      Arrivederci it's one one one
      We're playing for England {In-ger-land}
      We're playing the song
      We're singing for England {In-ger-land}
      Arrivederci it's one one one
      We're playing for England {In-ger-land}
      We're playing the song
      We're singing for England {In-ger-land}
      Arrivederci it's one one one
      We're playing for England {In-ger-land}
      We're playing the song
      We're singing for England {In-ger-land}
      Arrivederci it's one one one

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  7. As I write not one Scottish Nat si is sitting in the Commons debating Military Veterans Rights. Bending the erm in the Red Lion! I will be writing to my Nat si MP for Glasgow South West.

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    1. Green ink biro on an old jotter or crayon on old newspaper?

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    2. You jocknatsis

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    3. And did those feet in ancient time
      Walk upon england's mountains green?
      And was the holy lamb of god
      On england's pleasant pastures seen?
      And did the countenance divine
      Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
      And was jerusalem builded here
      Among those dark satanic mills?

      Bring me my bow of burning gold!
      Bring me my arrows of desire!
      Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
      Bring me my chariots of fire!
      I will not cease from metal fight;
      Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
      Till we have built jerusalem
      In england's green and pleasant land.

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    4. Where's your world cup jocks

      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up
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      World Cup, and you fucked it up
      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up


      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up

      Come on Enland

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  8. Scottish SNP Nat si cloneJune 26, 2018 at 1:53 AM

    Scottish Nat sis all for Heathrow runway last month, this month they are not and abstain on the vote. They all must be eating the same porridge. The bowl must be kind of wee as Findlay Currie would say.

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    1. fuck off with yer nat si push ya cockwomble brit nat

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    2. You jocknatsis

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    3. And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
      And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
      And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
      And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
      And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
      Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse

      You jocknatsis
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      You jocknatsis

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  9. It is always amusing to come here and read the BritNat having a hissy fit. Cheers me right up.

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    1. Cheers you right up. Yeh. Right up. Cheers you up when Jeremy Thorpe gives you a good bum job. Right up. Cheers you right up. Ladyboys.

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    2. I was in the sailing pond at Bught Park on a rowing boat. No security checks. No passport control. No immigration screening. Johnny Foreigner is talking over Britain.

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    3. You really could do with cheering right up, GWC2. A bit of what you fancy does you good, eh?

      P.S. Jeremy Thorpe died on 4 December 2014 at the age of 85. Perhaps you were unaware of this?

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    4. Is it just me, or has he really gone off the deep end recently?

      And his anti-LGBT-ness is really shining through.

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    5. Don't smurge yor lipstick Mavis. Hahahahaha

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    6. Yes, Illy, definitely getting worse, I'd say. As for the anti-LGBT stuff - no hatred like self-hatred - the puir tortured, closeted wee soul...

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    7. It really has lost what little access to the plot it had. I think it started at the beginning of the year when it found out it wasn't copied in on the green ink gang's email.

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    8. What ever you say Mrs Maisie Muff. Have you got a chasyity belt on yor kilt?

      Thoght not. "Jeremy! There's one over here.'

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    9. You jocknatsis

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  10. If there is any method to the Mail's madness, it has to be that the egregious Mr. Harmsworth (triffic name, "Harmsworth") laying some groundwork in public opinion for Norniron to be hived orff from Greater England to help his Brexiteer buddies "solve" the Irish border problem.

    Proper fearmongering has feck all to do with facts, after all.

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  11. I drove to Austria from Germany last Thursday and back on Sunday. I then flew to Warsaw on Monday from Frankfurt. I only showed my passport when I checked into both hotels.....

    There were armed police on exit from Austria into Germany on the way back but nothing on the way in. I was never asked for ID flying to Poland from Frankfurt..

    I'm sleeping easy

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    1. Oooooooh. Get her. Little Miss International Jetset. Tosspot.

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    2. Envy is a terrible thing.

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    3. So is running a creme puff villa.

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    4. Where you and the kilt munchers have yor pugwash parties.

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    5. You jocknatsis

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    6. Where's your world cup jocks

      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up
      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up
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      World Cup, and you fucked it up


      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up

      Come on Enland

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  12. Jock takkin it up ra bum since 1746.June 26, 2018 at 9:57 PM

    Aye James you nat sis know how to stifle debate when confronted... Your downfall eventually... Brexit is a go and you Nat sis are on a hiding. Mass Jock/Irish suicide imminent. Up yer sporrans.

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    1. All it's got are rage and sexual obsessions. Its therapist must have superhuman patience.

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    2. Get back to yor creme puff villa for a pugwash with the nat si bumboy brigade.

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    3. Could you please re-state that in English?

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    4. Ooooh. Get her. Little Miss Copycat Fannygash

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    5. You jocknatsis

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    6. Where's your world cup jocks

      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up
      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up
      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up
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      World Cup, and you fucked it up
      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up
      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up
      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up


      World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
      World Cup, and you fucked it up

      Come on Enland

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  13. The new Scottish cabinet are impressive.

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    1. So is the chester draws. Hahahahaha.

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    2. Try to keep up dopey.

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    3. You jocknatsis

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  14. The troll whines about the stifling of debate when it doesn't debate. It thinks insults and rambling about its sexual obsessions qualify as debate. This would be so much funnier if the poor creature wasn't so obviously damaged.

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  15. You can't hold or give or do it at the right time,
    Your slow we're fast we'll always get to the line,
    We'll always hit you and hurt you,
    You can't defend or attack,
    And we'll always beat you cos the jocks are crap.

    We're singing for England, Ing-ger-land
    We're singing the song
    We're singing for England arrivedeci its one on one
    Come on England!

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  16. Where's your world cup jocks

    World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
    World Cup, and you fucked it up
    World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
    World Cup, and you fucked it up
    World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
    World Cup, and you fucked it up
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    World Cup, and you fucked it up
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    World Cup, and you fucked it up
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    World Cup, and you fucked it up
    World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
    World Cup, and you fucked it up
    World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
    World Cup, and you fucked it up


    World Cup, you jocks fucked it up
    World Cup, and you fucked it up

    Come on Enland


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  17. Right up your kilts jocks
    Right up your fucking kilts
    Come on England!

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  18. And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
    Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
    And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
    Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
    And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
    Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
    And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
    Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse
    And We'll be singing you jocknatsis
    Band of jockbastards, heids up yer arse

    You jocknatsis
    You jocknatsis
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  19. Where on earth are you from?
    We're from England
    Where you come from
    Do you put the kettle on?

    Kick it

    Nah nah nah
    Nah nah nah
    Nah nah nah
    Nah nah nah nah nah
    Nah nah nah
    Bonjour (nah nah nah)
    Monsieur (nah nah nah)

    (nah nah nah nah nah nah)

    We're England
    We're gonna score one more than you
    (simultaneous)

    England!

    (whistle blown)

    Can I introduce you please to a lump of
    Cheddar cheese
    Knit one
    Pearl one
    Drop one
    Curl one

    Kick it

    Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...

    We're England
    We're gonna score one more than you
    (simultaneous)

    England!

    Me and me mum
    And me dad and me gran
    We're off to Waterloo
    Me and me mum and me dad and me gran
    And a bucket of vindaloo

    Bucket!

    Vindaloo vindaloo vindaloo vindaloo nah nah
    Vindaloo vindaloo vindaloo vindaloo nah nah

    Vindaloo
    Vindaloo and we all like vindaloo

    We're England
    We're gonna score one more than you
    (simultaneous)

    England!

    Nah nah (vindaloo) nah nah (vindaloo) nah nah nah...

    And we all like vindaloo

    We're England
    We're gonna score one more than you
    (simultaneous)

    And we all like vindaloo

    We're England
    We're gonna score one more than you

    England!

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  20. It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
    Footballs coming home (we'll go on getting bad results)
    It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
    Footballs coming home
    It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
    Footballs coming home
    It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
    Footballs coming home
    Everyone seems to know the score, they've seen it all before
    They just know, they're so sure
    That England's gonna, throw it away, gonna blow it away
    But i know they can play
    'cus i remember
    Three lions on a shirt
    Jules Remet still gleaming
    Thirty years of hurt
    Never stopped me dreaming
    So many jokes, so many snears
    But all those 'oh so near's
    When your down, through the years
    But i still see that tackle by Moore
    And when Linaker scored, Bobby belting the ball
    And nobby dancing
    Three lions on a shirt
    Jules Remet still gleaming
    Thirty years of hurt
    Never stopped me dreaming
    (England have done it, in the last minute of extra time)
    (what a save, what now)
    (good old England, England that couldn't play football)
    (England have got it in the bag)
    I know that was then, but it could be again
    It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
    Footballs coming home
    It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
    Footballs coming home
    (England have done it)
    It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
    Footballs coming home
    It's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming
    Footballs coming home *REPEATED IN BACKGROUND*
    Three lions on a shirt
    Jules Remet still gleaming
    Thirty years of hurt
    Never stopped me dreaming
    Three lions on a shirt
    Jules Remet still gleaming
    Thirty years of hurt
    Never stopped me dreaming
    Three lions on a shirt
    Jules Remet still gleaming
    Thirty years of hurt
    Never stopped me dreaming

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  21. The troll has finally had a full-blown psychotic break. It needs professional help.

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  22. Poor Arlene seems to have let her meds run out.

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    1. I am genuinely concerned for its mental health. It should seek immediate professional help.

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    2. She seems a bit... Overwrought, shall we say?

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    3. You jocknatsis

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    4. I put it down to the usual deep-seated psychological issues it displays. It should seek help before it does itself a mischief.

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    5. I did myself a mischief laughing. If I cared about football or had any particular interest in England I might be concerned. But I don't.

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  23. All that typing......and still a prick. Who knew?

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    1. You love pricks don't you? Kilt munching fairy cake. Get back to yor creme puff villa for a quick pugwash with Jock and Luigi Hitler. Ponce.

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    2. Seek professional help. Immediately, before you hurt yourself.

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