I haven’t fumed this much since Wavey Davey Cambuffoon revealed he was thinking of selling the next generation of UK nuclear power plants to the same Russian monkeys who ran Chernobyl.
Pedro is rattling his sabre over Gibraltar. The sweaty little afternoon napping, paella chomping grease ball is getting into bed with the Argies and persecuting the British people of our sovereign turf. What is Wavey Davey planning to do about it? Go crying to mummy in Brussels of course. Arrrrrghhhh.
Here’s what we do. Pedro has significant interests in the UK. First off, Santander. If you have an account with them, switch. If you have savings, withdraw the piggin’ lot. If you see any sport with the Santander logo on it, support some fecker else and let the team know that you will not return your patronage until they tell Pedro to blow it out of his lazy trasero. Get your onions from somewhere else. If you have a holiday booked for Benidorm, cancel it. Go to Greece or better still Gibraltar. If your neighbour is Spanish, pour weed killer over the fence.
Don’t wait for our slack jawed gubmint to do something about this because you will pass that on to your great grandkids. Get Spain now where it hurts in Pedro’s pocket.
Incidentally I have been telling Fernando Alonso where to get off for years but that is a whole other kettle of chorizo.