They are preparing for war!

I can sniff the signs. Low flying Hercules, Tornados - why can't they call them
Hastings and Swift - it's so in your face you military Mustards?
And today the dreaded Chinooks.

Army and explosions everywhere in my dear valley - I wish they would feck off.

But where to? Iran I expect - Condy has obviously had her wicked way with Tone -
Get her, I'm a friend of Palastine, some hopes.
Doctor Death has a lot to learn!.

Brewing the noo - on my illegal still - 'cos I've charged too much tax in the shops and I can't afford it.

I thank the taxpayer - God 'elp 'em.

Gorging