The British people (of which I am a descendant) are, by preference, quiet, affable, love their dogs and local heath, and darts at their pub. But when their world is threatened, the old Pictish blood boils and remembers throwing out the Romans.
Will the four peoples come together again, to sing "Men of Harlech"?
The British people (of which I am a descendant) are, by preference, quiet, affable, love their dogs and local heath, and darts at their pub. But when their world is threatened, the old Pictish blood boils and remembers throwing out the Romans.
Will the four peoples come together again, to sing "Men of Harlech"?
I bloody well hope so