A bit of culture
Does anyone here remeber Inter-Rail cards? In 1981 or so, they cost about £120 and gave you free unlimited rail travel throughout Europe. I loved them and being a loner, used to travel about staying in youth hostels and having fun.

One time I'd been travelling in Germany, Heidelburg etc, living cheaply and eating mainly bread and tinned tuna. German bread is wonderful stuff. A loaf weighs about 10lbs is very dark brown, keeps for ages and tastes good too. The only problem being that as it is 98% roughage, it moves very slowly through the system. In fact I went about 4 days without a crap.

Next stop was Venice (ah, Venice), where I stayed at the youth hostel and eat their wonderful cheap food. Loads of pasta cooked with loads of olive oil - you can guess what's coming.

In the morning, we were kicked out after breakfast and I headed for the Peggy Guggenheim museum - home to many fine works of modern art. I got there to find that it didn't open until 11am, so sat down and rolled a cig. As soon as I took a drag, I felt the clash of the cultures: Italian oil had met German bread and told it to move along. I looked at my watch, 10am one hour to go...

...at 11 O'clock, I was first through the door and headed straight for the bog. It was the most wonderful shit of my life. 10 pounds of German rye bread came out like the QE2 being launched. I practically floated off the bog with the lifting of the weight. Savouring the moment I rolled myself a fresh ciggie for when I got out. At that point I heard a voice from outside say in an American accent: "I don't know, I saw a young man go in a while ago"

Feeling euphoric, I took my time, had a wash, stuck my roly behind my ear and emerged smiling broadly to an audience of geriactic yanks.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Thu 6 May 2004, 10:27, Reply)