We're On The Nod, We're On The Nod ...

... WE ARE, WE ARE, WE'RE ON THE NOD! Zzzzzzzz indeed.

There may well always be an England, but — OBLIGATORY INTERRUPTION!!!
So, fifty yrs. since events portrayed in Quadrophenia.

In the vexed history of British postwar youth subcultures (is there any good way this sentence can end?), the battles on bank holiday beaches in 1964 between mods and rockers are totemic. (Apparently not.)

What-fucking-ever. This sod goes on about Mods, Rockers, Mockers, & other crap in a sort-of review of something that BBCAmerica will never fucking run for any of us to see because of the inbreeding that makes them as stupid as they are ugly. (All cousins, if you know what we mean.) And because we handed them their asses in two wars, then had to save their asses in two more wars in the following century. Losers & ingrates!!

No wait. Possibility one might view it on a website, ONLY FOUR DAYS LEFT however. Nope. Limeys only, 'less you can fool their devil-boxes into thinking your devil-box is in the U.K. (Limeys only, feh! Sickening bastards where every fucking presenter on their state telebision seems to be or have been a child molester. Might as well be Pakistan w/ "honor" murders everywhere.)