You'll be counting years, first 5 then 10...

growing old in a lonely hell...
Round the yard in a stinkin cell
from wall to wall, then back again.
~The Pogues Streets of Sorrow/Birmingham 6 mix, for your listening pleasure. (May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds / And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads...)

Because it's not every day -- or two -- you see the Brits apologizing and taking responsibility for their actions. Reaping the whirlwind they've sown, and all that.