
Union jack shorts, bulldog t-shirts, bars named after soap operas, hen parties in Malaga. Tell us about your encounters with the worst (or best) of our fair country's travelers around the world. Alternatively, tell us about your own doomed quest to find a decent cup of tea in Moscow.
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Wow, I drink tea, what a personal disaster
( , Thu 24 Apr 2014, 15:39, closed)

prolly for the best
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so I put a little jar in my suitcase when spending extended periods abroad...what a total catastrophe my life must be.
You utter spastic.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2014, 16:03, closed)

If you're happy admitting to being a hilarious stereotype of the engerlish abroad then I'm happy to sneer at you.
Everyone's a winner. Except you and your little suitcase of reassuring home.
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In every country I've learnt some of the language, eaten the local cuisine, made friends with the natives and otherwise immersed myself in as much of the culture as possible. However, I drink tea very regularly and eat marmite on toast occasionally, so I prepare myself for those eventualities. You'd have to be some kind of cretin not to.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2014, 16:26, closed)

getting increasingly frisky between posts.
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Penfold from Dangermouse, maybe
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( , Thu 24 Apr 2014, 17:47, closed)

as anything above playground-grade banter seems to confuse you
( , Thu 24 Apr 2014, 17:50, closed)

you've even less chance of convincing anybody of your intellect than of your stature and gruff manliness
( , Thu 24 Apr 2014, 17:55, closed)

rather than a sad little intertit with crippling autism
( , Thu 24 Apr 2014, 17:58, closed)
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