Don't cry for me Argentina.

There's always a dumb tune that just won't get out of your head.

The morality police were swarming the Blue Lagoon.

But luckily Max had the foresight to get access to our Apache, which was on loan to Chile, which aided our quick escape.

The equivalent of the tax department was going to ask questions about the cash I was handing around.

And they were hoping to round up the Colombians and parade them on the nightly news as a warning for other 'import' hookers.

The Falkland Islands.

I had heard a lot about that place.

The SAS, Margarett Thatcher, all of it was a precursor to the Iraq war.

It was the quaint war where a small island state kicked the ass of a large South American country.

It gave Britain the balls they were lacking.

It really smelt of bullying, if you asked me.

But that's where we were going.

I was looking forward to fresh milk and cheddar cheese.

We were in the vicinity, so why not.

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