Yay!Back in 1940, granddad was beuilding the sea defenses in the Middlesex Regt. He was on patrol one night and saw a light in the Westward Ho! Hotel. He went up, had a look through the keyhole and there was a dude with a pile of maps, all marked with the new defences and a transmitter.
On goes the bayonet and off goes the door, on the end of a boot.
Apparently, they shot the spy...
(On goes the bayonet and off goes the door, on the end of a boot.
Apparently, they shot the spy...
Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...",
Wed 7 May 2008, 21:14,
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