Our jamaican problem 1955

[Belushi]

Scotch is a drink.

And Stoat Boy is a troll.

 

[hipipol]

Unbelievable. We civilise you, give you a language that does not sound like you are choking to death on a throatful of marbles and bring running water into your house before welcoming you to the plentiful south to serve our every whim and this is how you repay as ?

The Scotch must be the most balanced race on Gods Earth with those two large chips in each shoulder.

I was having an emotional patch old boy, I'm so sorry my lip trembled
I do know how to play your game, am very good at it actually here in the Belly of the Beast which is the City of London
Probably play it rather better than you I suspect

Vitaï Lampada

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night
Ten to make and the match to win
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play, and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat.
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!"

The sand of the desert is sodden red -
Red with the wreck of a square that broke
The gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed its banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks -
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!"

This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the school is set,
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind -
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!"

Sir Henry Newbolt, Clifton College 1897