Why won’t those foreigns just do what we tell them (part 94)

Jeremy Warner is claiming Lord Wolfson’s prize on how to break up the Euro. You can read his idea here.

Presumably Wolfson’s next challenge will be “suggestions on how your next-door neighbours can get divorced”? 

After all, they’re rowing a bit these days, you can hear them through the walls sometimes, and you never really approved of him marrying *her*, did you? I mean, that hair! So obviously dyed. And so common. Did you hear how she pronounced “Pâté de fois gras” the other day? Ugh!
It would be a kindness, really. Just drop in a few suggestions on good solicitors, ways of dividing up the record collection, potential new girlfriends for him, and so on. They’ll thank you for it. Definitely. They’ll say “that Mr United-Kingdom next door, he’s so clever and innovative isn’t he? He has our best interests at heart, even if he did put barbed wire on top of the fence and spend the entirety of the last neighbourhood meeting with his fingers in his ears screaming LA LA LA I’M NOT LISTENING”.
Guaranteed success.

At least they can spell AA

Two AA signs seen in Brighton yesterday, one pointing to Kent Town (any relation to Kemp Town?) and the other warning of likely conjestion, which is like congestion only funnier.

United set out with a gun against their temple but it was the body of Carlisle which was riddled with bullets by full-time at Brunton Park, both fired by the lethal boot of Jonathan Howson.
— Leeds players, now equipped with deadly Rosa Klebb style football boots. (Leeds United boss McAllister’s show of faith reaps rewards - Yorkshire Evening Post)