1842 Only one survivor from massacre of 16,500 as Afghans ambush British imperial forces at the Khyber pass
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| We'll be back, 1842 |
The ancestors of modern man began walking on two legs six million years ago because it used far less energy than clambering on all fours.
12:03
The country is cut off for the bad weather. Guess what, the target of the American bombing raids in the Somalia got away. Revenge is a plate best served missed.
12:04
Rabbit Airways. A prisoner about to be deported escaped from the cops at Dublin airport and he has still not been found.
'I vill just go for ze piss, ladskis. Vait fvor me!'
Gardai, assisted by the airport police and authorities, carried out a search of the airfield in an effort to locate the 21-year-old Georgian.12:35
He was being escorted by gardai onto a plane to Frankfurt at around 6.30am, but ran out onto the tarmac.
There was a minsterial scion, a son of a prominent politician before he died, who said Charlie Haughey came around to his house once and the mother left a jar of instant coffee out for him and his dad. He says the two of them had been ministers for so long, they didn't know what to do with it.
1) I don't believe it. They would be lashing back whiskey if they're Fianna Fáil.
2) I hate the fact that he whores the family anecdote to a gimpy stripe-tied string of buttoned-down misery.
3) It's just bloody typical. Many died to get these arrogant gits where they are today. Many are dying every day to keep them there on roads and building sites and on hospital waiting lists.
12:44
Four AM I had to pull on my dressing gown and knock on the door next door, bollocking them out of it. I started with an apology then a threat. The youngfella looked knackered when he came out to the door and he looked like he wanted to go to bed. Exhausted through drinking. His friends slammed their way out through the doors and halls not long after.
13:34
They're back now, as ignorant as ever.
14:06
LynETTE! LYNETTee! (Wheeep!)
- Who are ye looking for?
Gag eyed she rolls her head back and blurs her vision towards me. (Off her bin on smack.) "Me fre-In Lyn-eeht."
- Where does she live?
She looks over at her stoned friend as if that was a stupid question.
- "In one ah dem flahs."
D'yknow, maybe she lives next door.
She wobbles across the street, moves two metres down the road and starts screeching.
- Lynnehh!"
