Yep. We had an evening flight home that day
But checkout of our hotel was 11am. So we had to kill three or four hours in a rather fine Parisian café and I had the genius idea of ordering one. I'd recently bought an organic farm-shop pork joint over here, and it smelled about the same - just very porky. It was only on eating that it revealed its piggy faecal charms.

I didn't feel ill, exactly, but I did have a spot of indigestion on the plane home. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was disgusting, just an almost Olympically heroic to acquire taste. Like most Olympic sports, utterly pointless - who really needs to be good at the triple jump except triple jumpers. Who needs to be able to eat andouillettes when other sausages containing appreciably less pigshit are also available?

If any B3tan was the poor unfortunate sitting next to me on the EasyJet flight from Charles de Gaulle to Bristol, I apologise profusely for my pigshit-scented burps.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Mon 26 Sep 2011, 15:42, Reply)