I damn well will not have Charles' face on the back of my coins.
Right! The coins would have to have ears.
I damn well will not have Charles' face on the back of my coins.
Right! The coins would have to have ears.
Anybody can help me ???
Well, think of the foods you like. If you're an avid Red Horse drinker and you drink that with like things like siapao asado, lumpiang, or pulutan, (or just about anything) then just fly the Philippines flag. Mmmm mmmm.
Some people feel strongly about the flag of the country where they were born. I think this can depend on whether their country has been dominated, or dominated other countries. Either way, it doesn't put food on the table, and you can't eat a flag. Neither do any of us choose where we are born. I always feel more comfortable in the company of ordinary people no matter where I am. More so than I do if in the company of very wealthy English people, especially as I'm from the Republic of Liverpool.
Deep fried Mars Bars, Buckfast, single malt, Heather growing out my ears, releasing the Lockerbie bomber, kilts and sporrans..... Guess where I live?
Yes, and almost as far up as y'can go on that side. They couldn't understand me, my accent, up there
You'd think so; it's just Scouse. One old fella struggling to understand me slowly repeated what I'd said, word for word, then said 'I'm sorry Pal, I kannai understand a wurd you're sayin'.
My knees are too knackered! For chasing women that is, it's why I play chess