I come from a very large military family. My great-great-great grandfather fought in the battle for trafalger, my great-great grandfather was killed in the somme. another was gased in the some and killed in flanders (france, for all you fuck-wits). 1 uncle was a commando, my dad was a royal engineer major, my grandad served in intelligence in ww2, my other grandad was in the sutherland and highlanders. A distant relitive of mine was a man called david livingstone. he was a missionary in africa. he discovered victoria falls, had his arm bitten of by a large animal and died of malaria. my brother served the british special service reserve for about 1 week befor quitting, and, with my other brother, who was a pilot but is really lazy and quite, now rock climb proffesionaly. both of my grand ma's were in the army, which is strange, but there you go. this is the reason that i so greatly despise hippies, it is because, apart from 1 uncle who is a builder and another who is a postman, all of my relitives have made money out of training to kill people. Thisis what i am going 2 do as soon as i leave this fucking country of fucking rain and shit. i will now leave you with this picture summing up what i just said without people having to read my entire family history: