England and Portugal team up to engage in our mutual love of fucking over the Dons and divide the New World between us?
Hello, England? It's the Dons. Hi. How're you doing? Listen, I know you and the Portuguese like expressing your mutual appreciation through the physical act of love at the earliest oportunity, but, really, do you have to do it over us all the time?
Just yesterday, we'd just had a nice lunch -oh, you don't know what nice food is? Ask Portugal, really- and while we were having a siesta you two barged in and started going at it like rabbits on top of our sofa!
I'll say, it was rather annoying, the noise kept us up and we didn't dare say anything, it was quite embarrassing.
If you really need a room that desperately, could you at the very least let us know you're coming over? That's all right, then. I know trying to get a mixture of Cristiano Ronaldo and David Beckham is hard, but if we don't get our siesta we're likely to throw something off a clock tower.
Oh, and talking about children, when is Gibraltar coming back home? No, she isn't old enough to make her own decisions just because she's got a country top level domain, she barely is big enough to have a postcode?
... yes, Catalonia, I know you have several postcodes and an Internet domain for your own, now get off the phone, the grownups are talking... Sorry about that. Well, I suppose we must get some mediation for this one of this days...
...CATALONIA! NO MEDIATION FOR YOU! GET OFF THE PHONE! GO BACK TO WORK OR WE WON'T MAKE THE RENT!-... Sorry, England, we'll talk later, the children are being annoying. See you in the World Cup next year!
Landshark: not that I want to be the PC brigade, but isn't "fucking over the Dons" a bit too much?