Shambolic being our middle name, how did we ever win the war? Only ask because a guy has found an unexploded grenade in his garden, a relic from a British PoW camp. Ignoring the fact that the bozo was hell-bent on defusing it himself - being a plumber he considered himself qualified - how did a live grenade end up in one of our camps?
Did we search these lads before offering them home comforts for the duration of the conflict? Plenty have fond memories of working on local farms and the Italians even left their dopey graffiti, "hello I love you." Ever the romantics.
The RAF came to the rescue of metal detector man, no harm done. Which could so easily not have been the case for little Brendan Shannon, 8, who found a bomb dumped in his playground and took it in for show and tell. Loyalists have apparently claimed responsibility. Are they proud of themselves?
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