Long Journey's End
On Thursday, 22nd November 2007, I met with a representative of Her Majesty The Queen.
We talked of Oxfordshire, we talked about the Union Jack flag, we sang God Save The Queen, and then he handed me a Certificate of Citizenship.
A very long journey, a goal of a lifetime.
British at last.
And having taken an oath to Her Majesty, it is my understanding that I am now compelled to kill Roundheads and Republicans as I find them.
But my main duties will be drinking tea, eating biscuits, drinking pints, laughing at terrorists, grumbling about the weather, and hanging on in quiet desperation.
We talked of Oxfordshire, we talked about the Union Jack flag, we sang God Save The Queen, and then he handed me a Certificate of Citizenship.
A very long journey, a goal of a lifetime.
British at last.
And having taken an oath to Her Majesty, it is my understanding that I am now compelled to kill Roundheads and Republicans as I find them.
But my main duties will be drinking tea, eating biscuits, drinking pints, laughing at terrorists, grumbling about the weather, and hanging on in quiet desperation.