I think 'Our Lawdi Broonie' was telling porkies.
Blair's Meyer Lansky knew where the money was.
Sing along with all the thirsty Angles :
'Empty Bowsers, in a line
Make me feel thirsty, all the time
Empty Bowsers, make me understand
We've a feeling that he's gonna screw us till the end of time'
Apologies for screwing the original :
Tiny bubbles in the wine,
make me happy, make me feel fine,
tiny bubbles make me warm all over
with a feeling that I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time.
Just in case I have been too obscure in this matter, the post was inspired by watching Dear Leader on TV talking up The Flood
He made me so proud to be a native of the empire upon which the Sun would never dare to set with his seemingly endless list of all the good things which the natives should rightly see as being the Dunkirk 1966 Blitz spirit revisited in this time of crisis when the greatest danger we face is from those who would dare to question the absolute need for 56 days and an RDF tracking device for all.
Meanwhile, the poor people, without a helicopter to whisk themselves to safety, quite rightly asked the question : 'Where is the water we were promised?'