A quick briefing
Op Rampant Rock Ape.
Seems we have the makings of a "team". Special Forces are already in thanks to a covert flight c/o EasyJet from Birmingham yesterday morning. A six-tourist team conducted a HALO drop into the hills above the main drag and are currently sitting in the Plaza outside the Coach & Horses, dressed as 16 year old Catholic schoolgirls so as not to attract too much attention to themselves. They all have Tesco Mobile contracts and dispensation
has been given from the Ministry of Defence which permits them all to activate data roaming. I have transmitted urgent instructions to the Team Leader, "Baz" and ordered him to show all the Australian back-packers who work in the pubs - exactly how to make a decent JC. There is also an extraction team heading overland via Tangiers in an articulated lorry full of Watneys Red Barrel. It is intended to have a banyan on the
beach at the end of Gibraltar Airport runway so that all personnel can re-acquaint themelves with the lie of the land.
I have located several relatives of the shopkeepers who once operated in Main Street, and have told them that many irate people will be turning up with crap watches, broken zippos, fucked radios and fake Japanese Kimonos with a view to getting their money back, despite being sold these shoddy souvenirs back in the 1970's-1980's i.a.w. with the Sale of Goods Act and these people have promised to keep their gobs shut and offer shelter to any operatives who get into difficulties.
An e-mail has been transmitted to the Caleta Palace, threatening them with a forthcoming SM1/SM2/SM3 submarine squadron(s) reunion and the ensuing destruction of hotel property thereafter, so they've been brought onboard and all German tourists currently occupying the sunbeds by the hotel swimming pool have been asked to leave "for security reasons". This should give us a relatively decent base from which to operate. Dont believe everything you read on Trip Advisor.
The Eddie Stobart haulage firm has six trailer units on standby for the purpose of shipping the Donkey "Meat Bombs" (I like that....I really, really do) to either Brize, Waddington or Plymouth. I'm thinking Plymouth, seeing as the airport is shut but the runway is still useable. Can them big fuck-off aeroplanes land at Plymouth? Advice please. If this is possible then I suggest a covert night landing/take-off when the Park-and-Ride is not operating. The noise from a few hundred donkeys being cattle-prodded aboard C130's and the like is liable to draw attention to the Op and the R.S.P.C.A. will not be best pleased either.
Having weighed up the possibility of an invasion by sea, a newly formed think-tank has come with a novel way of thwarting this. *Department Wibble*, now working in the basement of Europa Point Lighthouse is constructing a concrete and steel suspended runway, much the same as the Nazis did at Peenemunde in the Netherlands for the purposes of launching the V1 flying bombs at good old Blighty.
However, in the hope of shattering Spanish morale *Department Wibble* intend to use live goats instead of missiles. These goats (currently being smuggled in from Tangiers by the boat-load), will be attached to the runway by means of specially adapted roller skates and fired off into the Straits of Gibraltar using cylinders of compressed air which will be attached to their flanks with rolls of masking tape. The goats will also have tins of Nitro Glycerine stapled to any other part of their body that's available. A rudimentray target acquisition system will allow the "Doodle-Goats" to be directed to any Spanish warship, or fag smuggler that is considered to be adopting a threatening posture.
As you can imagine, the simple act of bombing Madrid with live donkeys and launching exploding Doodle Goats at the enemy fleet should have an extremely morale-sapping effect.
So Ladies and Gentlemen - your country thanks you for volunteering to stop the Dago bastards from stomping into Gib. Please pack a grip and leave it in your hallway. Stay close to a television set and when you see that stupid cunt who advertises kitchen rolls - Juan Sheet or whatever the fuck his name is utter those codewords as previously posted, get yourself to Hull Airport where a chartered private jet (courtesy of Blackwater) will be waiting to get you all to FOB Angry Friar. I shall be outside awaiting your arrival, unconscious with my face in a plate of double sausage and chips, surrounded by luke warm vomit and fake Rolex wristwatches.
God Save the Queen!