We march on Pontomarin

“Arouse the troops Mad Dog, we march on Pontomarin for lunch, and after we take the bridge, we shall sally forth to Ventas our wrath” called out Komindant Kettles as he wiped the sleep from his chin

“But Sire, the men are tired and wounded should we not bed down for one more night, get a bus, a taxi, and pardon me my liege, my name’s Howling Mad Murdoch”

“Howl like a wolf, Bark if you like Mad Dog, we march in 10 minutes” Kettles replied

“Yes Sire”

 

7.47am

“Sire, we’re like Sherpa and Tensing the two of us, mad devils following the yellow arrows across France and Spain” Howling Mad Murdoch began

“I think you’ll find it was Sherpa Tensing and Edmund ‘my cousin’ Hilary Benn. They climbed hills you fool and didn’t dance around the countryside following yellow arrows” replied the komandant curtly.

“Yes, that’s right he was Aussie, they did very well against England, they got 10 points. Do you know who they play in the Semi Finals” continued Mad Dog Murdoch

“He was a kiwi you idiot and Australia lost to England 12-10″ retorted the kapitan

“Ah, yes, Kiwi, they make great fruit. They’re the favourites aren’t they”

“No, you buffoon, they got knocked out too, as I should’ve done to you last night. Fat lot of use watching the TV did you. No special treats tonight for you Mad Malagan.

“Ah yes, Scotland are favourites now”

“Just march Mad Mulagatawny or I’ll turn you into soup”

“But I walked all the way to Swany’s yesterday and I want a buggy if we’re golfing at this Ventas place…………….

*The komindant and his assistant are purely fictitious characters. Any similarity to Characters real or imaginary are merely a typo.