There was this fat ugly tattooed slag on the telly, a resident of Birstall. "My daughter's boyfriend saw it, he saw it with his own eyes! He might be traumatised!" You could see the pound signs in her piglike peepers. Compo! Compo!
It reminds me of something my late father (ex RAMC) said, on seeing some similar gold digger. "Traumatised! When the sergeant said to us, 'When that tank stops smoking get in there and pull the lads out and bury all the bits you can find!' he wasn't worried about us getting traumatised!"
Yes, our soldiers fought and died to save us from rule by Germany, but then we started to slide seemingly inexorably towards that fate. Yesterday's vote will finally make sure that it never happens.
Bill