Britain "owes" India $3 trillion? A rum do.

[Clinton Huxley]

Apparently, some trouble-maker in the Indian parliament (which we bloody invented) has said that this Sceptred Isle (tm) should pony up something like $3 trillion as compensation for bringing the benefits of civilization (cricket, warm beer, mechanically-augmented slaughter etc. etc. ) to the subcontinent. It's a rum do, if you ask me and rather a long shot.

[Svartalf]

Fuck India... I'll gladly do their young women

[Clinton Huxley]

India wants money, not a constellation of venereal diseases.

[cronus]

Wait until hyper-inflation then send them it all in one neat bill.

[cronus]

Wait until hyper-inflation then send them it all in one neat bill.

[Clinton Huxley]

Hyper-inflation is affecting your posts, Scumple...

[Svartalf]

India wants money, not a constellation of venereal diseases.

I never had one in my life, and I contribute orgasms, not germs.

[Seth]

Ah, the "ancestral reparations game." It's like crabgrass, let it take root anywhere and it spreads everywhere.

[laklak]

Tell 'em you'll pay the 3 trillion, but they need to pay you 100 quid for each corner shop in West Yorkshire. You'll make money.

On second thought, sell them Bradford. Yeah, they're mostly Paks, but y'all fucked them over pre-partition so it still counts.

[Xamonas Chegwé]

3 Trillion quid in rum? Didn't think Indians were such big drinkers.

[laklak]

They get all noddy-headed.

[Blind groper]

Imagine how much money would be involved if German and Japan had to pay full reparations for all damages done in WWII. Three trillion would be a drop in the bucket.

[JimC]

And you poms owe us Aussies heaps for services rendered over the years.

Neighbours, Kiley Minogue, Rolf Harris...

The list goes on...

[Blind groper]

Jim

The Poms will send you an invoice. Cost for psychological damages after Kylie visited. Costs for prison accommodation for Rolf. Costs, really, for general cleaning up after Australians.

Should come to a few billion.

[mistermack]

The first Australian I ever met, a guy called Graham who was working over here, had only one topic of conversation. Fighting.
Not that I ever saw him fighting, but that was how he saw everything.
We were working in a pub, and he was always giving his opinions on which bouncer was the hardest, and who might beat who.

If you were talking about religion, he would probably tell you that the Pope would squash the Dalai Lama in a fair fight. Dirty Brazilian moves would win over tricky Kung Fu.

I wonder ?