Gunna have to go through Gare du Nord unfortunately, which means a bit of Romany gypo bashing if they start pestering me, I think the Dale Farm treatment will work and they'll soon fuck off. Supposedly there's a Paddy pub near the Eurostar check-in so a few pints of Guinness will balance me out.
Recently, been letting the kids get away with murder. They start drawing naughty things on the board, I'll kinda join in, shortening their stick man's weiner for banter purposes etc. Otherwise it's all quiet on the western front.
Went to Chalons the other week to go clubbing. For legal reasons I cannot fully go into what happened but basically Dave pulled a rather fit frog, I discovered the joys of a French pasty, and the girls got moist watching a Chippendales show. This club, Alegra, was pretty gangbanging, shame it seemed to be full of nippers, awkward dancefloor moments of how old are you, followed up by 'yeah but you look 16 don't ya ;)'.
Can't wait to go home, France is full of foreigners, then there's the annoying foreign assistants that deserve a slap for them taking the high road over using French on Facebook...it's Facebook fuckhead, I don't wanna speak frog on there you beaner! The whole reason Britain colonised the world was so that we wouldn't have to learn how to speak these foreign languages that sound like a jock after 10 pints of Tennents.
Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa to you all, good night and God bless.
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