I rode out in my tiny red van..picked up a bottle of IRN-BRU..and some pink gaudy looking sweetie's..sod it..think fat..go fat...after all a police officer is asking for.." to have all people living in Great Britain a,..DNA..file on a database..including all visitors to this green and pleasant land."..Impossible..not in Great Britain any more...i could not stop the song..."The Band Played Waltzing Matilda " pulling up through the grey matter bursting forth with the snippet "Who'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me".
I think there is still some Chardonnay in the fridge...before prohibition kicks in...