A little offering that has nothing to do with snow! Although I may be trapped for days.
Zulu!(ish)
Voice Over : By a strange twist of fate, a time vortex has opened up and Prince Harry and Ross Kemp have been transported back in time they arrive in Natel, South Africa, 1879.
Sounds of musket fire and Zulu chanting.
Ross Kemp : Welcome to my new show "Return to the Zulu Wars". We are here at the mission station at Rorke's Drift. Let me tell you, Michael Caine is nowhere in sight and quite frankly I'm shitting myself.
Prince Harry runs on looking very flustered.
Harry : Persistent little buggers aren't they?
Ross : There's just so many of them.
Harry : Yes, must be good breeders. These colonial types always are.
Ross : What?
Harry : Whopps! Must control myself when TV cameras are around.
A spear flys by.
Ross : God it's so much worse than Afghanistan.
Harry : Yeap, it's not very British is it?
Ross : What's not?
Harry : Letting these natives get out of control. I bet they've never even seen a cricket match.
Zulu chanting and singing.
Ross : Oh f**king hell they're forming up again. Hundreds of them.
Harry : Sing.
Ross : Mr Singh? Another of your foreign friends? is he here as well? You better watch what you say.
Harry : No, I think they'll find this army can sing better than that.
Ross : Here they come!
Harry leaps up
Harry : Come on men sing. Put the fear of God into them. Sing.
Ross : Sing
Voices are heard singing Deutschland Uber Alles.
Harry : Good job that time vortex stopped for a few hours in 1939. My friends in Berlin were most helpful. Hans! Send in the Panzer's!
I thought so!