A German might ask; Vot is it viz ze Britishers zese days?
There was a time when Great British chaps set off in a sailing ship to explore the earth, with no more than a map of the northern French coast and directions from some chap in the pub who’d heard of a place with giant two legged rabbits bouncing around carrying their young in pouches. Sure enough, some fine chaps found Australia and then sent assorted chavs to inhabit it.
There was a time when fine Great British chaps with tweed jackets and a pipe hanging from their mouths designed, built and then piloted jet powered boats and aeroplanes with bouncing bombs and raced high speed automobiles on Pendine Sands wearing little more than a t-shirt and a cloth cap. Oh, and smoking a pipe while they were at it.
The only reward these fine chaps desired was a cup of tea and an occasional ‘wee dram’ as our Caledonian brothers might call it.
Now I see people mocking and jesting about Great Britain’s space programme as if Great British chaps are not capable of emulating the exploits of Yanks and Ruskies.
What a sad state of affairs. It seems the Brits have lost their self confidence and it must be restored for the good of all.
What can be done, quickly and efficiently and within 1 year of a general election, aside from the removal of a Mr Brown from 10 Downing Street, to revive the great spirit of innovation, exploration and derring-do that put that word ‘Great’ in front of ‘Britain’?
There was a time when Great British chaps set off in a sailing ship to explore the earth, with no more than a map of the northern French coast and directions from some chap in the pub who’d heard of a place with giant two legged rabbits bouncing around carrying their young in pouches. Sure enough, some fine chaps found Australia and then sent assorted chavs to inhabit it.
There was a time when fine Great British chaps with tweed jackets and a pipe hanging from their mouths designed, built and then piloted jet powered boats and aeroplanes with bouncing bombs and raced high speed automobiles on Pendine Sands wearing little more than a t-shirt and a cloth cap. Oh, and smoking a pipe while they were at it.
The only reward these fine chaps desired was a cup of tea and an occasional ‘wee dram’ as our Caledonian brothers might call it.
Now I see people mocking and jesting about Great Britain’s space programme as if Great British chaps are not capable of emulating the exploits of Yanks and Ruskies.
What a sad state of affairs. It seems the Brits have lost their self confidence and it must be restored for the good of all.
What can be done, quickly and efficiently and within 1 year of a general election, aside from the removal of a Mr Brown from 10 Downing Street, to revive the great spirit of innovation, exploration and derring-do that put that word ‘Great’ in front of ‘Britain’?
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