22 years ago when I went to England as a student, most of my coursemates could not place Malaysia on the world map. Heck, they couldn’t even DRAW the bloody world map. To them, Thailand borders with Vietnam, Singapore is a British colony (IS, not WAS), and Penang is a country by itself.
Shipowners are now blowing their top over Lloyd’s Joint War Committee’s designation of the Malacca Strait as a frigging war zone. The rating given equals that of Iraq’s. No bloody wonder the Asians were already building cities of biblical proportions when the Anglo-Saxons were still running around naked, living in caves, eating raw meat, and clubbing women’s head as a mating ritual.
Should we trust the Brits? My answer is: Remember Gallipoli.