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Wandering off the subject of sex, sexiness, cuteness and general horny stuff just for a moment ... I just wanna say how totally fucking proud I feel right now just to be British!! Dunno if any of you guys have been watching it at all but I think as a nation we've pulled off the most AMAZING Olympics, it's been exciting, thrilling, spectacular from start to finish. Team GB has done our country proud, so many medals it's almost unbelievable, but all the athletes and competitors from around the world have given everyone a feast of sporting brilliance and so many memories that will live with us all forever (Michael Phelps, Usain Bolt and David Rudisha to name but three), and all the spectators have given a wonderful atmosphere to all the events. And the opening and closing ceremonies have just been completely awesome ... for the closing climax, The WHO just totally NAILED it!! And huge enormous thanks are well deserved for all those unknown people who worked so tirelessly behind the scenes to make it all such a success. Well done guys, congratulations to everyone involved ... YOU DID IT!!!!
winners,all should be proud of your achievements, thanks to the british people for a job
exceedingly well done,and allowing the world to invade your island nation just for a short
time to share in the dreams and memories.
WELL DONE to all!!
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.