We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.
Funny in Perpignan Phil N came up to me in a drunken state and said 'why the f*ck do you call yourself Big' and i replied rather drunkenly with 'well if i called myself the tripod that would just be bragging' at which point i saw him lost for words for the only time ever!