It's 5PM: I'm in a pub on "the strip" in Limassol. It's a jolly place, Arsenal memorabilia adorns the walls, pound a pint lager is being readily consumed, pretty Ukranian waitresses are serving roast beef and carrots to holiday makers and residents alike. Utd are taking on Watford: there's support for both sides and a pleasant hubbub of noise provides background cover for the usual football banter. Behind me, a 35-year-old English bloke props up the bar, an attractive... (GunPolicy.org)