i would expect nothing less. well, to be honest, i'd expect nothing at all (but the nihilistic Zen emptiness of your thought process after 14 flagons of strong stout as you chunder mightily upon every poor bugger within 30 yards. a real ambassador for UK/Teutonic relations you must've been.)

welcome back, Micko me boy. help us out with our intervention on our friend Dale, he's lost in some very dark woods and it's almost time for supper.

and fess up to the personal ads, you creep.