Diary- That bastard Gaddafi's got more bloody medals than me!
The khaki, son-of-the-sodding-desert was bloody well dripping with medals, on T.V. last night.
Bugger me! - the lentil munching, puffter, media chappies are always banging on about how many medals I have, but at least I earned mine fair and square.
When I want a new medal I just tell the wife there's no more royal rumpy pumpy until she gives me one.
It makes me so bloody angry when I see these jumped- up foreigners parading their fake medals.
In my day you only got a bloody decoration when you were killed in action!
That's all for bleeding now! - There are fluffy beasties to be killed and foreigners to insult!