See? Couldn’t be more beachy wine Europe, and there’s the proof.

Oh, God, don’t play poker against grannies.

I was taught by my grandmother and the lesson in humility is with me yet. Sweet little old ladies will skin you without so much as a twitch of a facial muscle.

Jakub, I see you trying to sneak Slovenia in there, and it just won’t do.

America’s message to the tens of thousands of people who fought and bled and died for us is that you are worthless and the small possibility that one of you might eventually go on to do something bad in the future means that if things go sideways, we’ll leave you to die.

One who always tells the truth and one who always lies? Hang on, I know this one…

Like someone asked cubist-era Picasso to draw a French pre-Dreadnought. Angles that’d make Cthulhu shudder.

Hating the Parigots is unifying for France, because Paris welcomes it and returns it.

They’re not bad, but they’re no Kerr’s Pinks, certainly not for mash.

A reminder that the electorates North and South voted for the GFA that recognises the principle of consent and that the current balance of that consent is that NI is part of the UK.

There is no “occupation”; there’s what a majority of the people of NI prefer.

How do people live without access to Kerr’s Pinks and Roosters?

Twlldun, who was finally cancelled today. Turning now to sport, and South Africa named their team today…

Lads, while I can only admire it in many ways, this is yet another data point that Wales isn’t a country so much as a mass experiment in unmanaged bipolar disorder.

Ah, lads. This is just mean.