The Very Bloody History of Britain 2. [antikvár]

Introduction If you were one of the three people (excluding my mother) who struggled through my last mighty work, you will have discovered that, as a historian, I would have made a very good baker. You might remember that I found history, as it was taught at the half school, half prison camp that I 'attended', just a string of obscure dates that seemed to have as much relevance to my little life as a book on etiquette to a professional wrestler. Part I of my Very Bloody History of Britain (without the boring bits) covered everything from when your great, great (X 600) grandparents grovelled around in the primeval slime waiting for something to happen, to our finest hour when we showed a^e ^oa c^omcj 1o e4/o(i/&^ the horrid Hun (in their worstest hour) where to get off in World War 2. This book will drag you through the last fifty years to the present when, with a bit of luck, our fiiture will one day merge into someone else's history. So where do we start and what will we cover? After the horrors of war, Britain looked optimistically (if a bit apprehensively) to the road ahead. Our young chaps, fed up with Kraut crushing, took a break from wondering if they were ever VI