War and Comedy are, it's fair to say, two largely irreconcilable ideas. Never the most simpatico of bedfellows, the pair rarely collide. Until yesterday. In the hostile and unforgiving terrain of Afghanistan, British special forces killed a senior Taliban commander. The name of this terrorist troglodyte? Bismullah. All this time, the insurgency force around Helmand have been slavishly following a man named after a bunch of Queen lyrics. He doubtless won Afghan hearts and minds with the impassioned plea :
" I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me "
How they fell to their knees and gave old Bishy their unwavering loyalty.
On this occasion however, the well trained cross hairs of the SAS couldn't spare him a life from this monstrosity. He was brown bread.
Beezlebub may well have put a devil aside for you, my old mucker, but it was elite servicemen who had a bullet with your name on.
There is of course a bucket load of tomfoolery at http://www.wonkanaproductions.com/waitingfordeath.php
p.s. The blog takes just over a weeks rest as of now - come back on 28th July.
