Sensibly cautious?
or a bunch of shandy drinking panty wetters?

pussies

not their choice was it? The badminton board of directors or whatever will have said they couldn't go. I've no doubt the team are a group of the hardest ex-marines you could ever not want to meet.

Couldn't go ? I thought they were already there but elected to fly back home again. And who can blame them.

Think I'd be nervous as hell if my country was hated by Arabs and Muslims etc and look what happened in Munich back in the '70s.

Now there was a recent terror alert with the hotels.

But expect the same for London 2012-terrorist threats etc will we moan if everyone pulls out?

What they should have done is demanded protection from the start.

Then again Badminton is so popular…(I used to play for my county and switched to road riding)

Lager-swilling surrender monkeys.

They obviously reckoned loads of other teams would be pulling out too, and now feel a bit silly

Shandy Drinkers – The Scots are there, They practice with grenades, duck feathers and gaffertape anyway so a shuttlecock is but a holiday for them.

My uncle used to be the photographer for the british badminton assoc. (or whatever it's called). Not a lot of people know that but… 😉

If it was a specific threat against the "English" team (possibly by terrorists that are either _very_ aggrieved by England, or can't make the distinction between England and Britain), then I can understand it. Maybe.

But if it was just a general threat and the directors thought that the security was a bit sub-par, then there is a degree of pussiness to the decision.

I mean, even the Welsh team is still there…

My Uncle used to be a police photographer. The most interesting thing he told me about that was the staggering number of men who die with a great big stiffy.

That's because God has great breasts.

"I've no doubt the team are a group of the hardest ex-marines you could ever not want to meet."

Ah, so that was the problem: they wanted a helicopter each, and new Land Rovers all round.

My Uncle used to be a police photographer. The most interesting thing he told me about that was the staggering number of men who die with a great big stiffy.

The most I'll die with will be a stiffy 😥