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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.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2014, 13:01)
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I'm British, but while I was on the train from Oslo to Trondheim even I was horrifically pissed off by this one English family sitting behind me. They just wouldn't fucking shut up, and Norwegian trains have a similar level of conversation to the London underground.
Their children just kept talking, trying to pronounce every Norwegian safety sign within reach loud enough for everyone to hear, and of course mispronouncing every word in their horrible high pitched Surrey accents. Their mother kept commenting on the apparent bleakness (it was February and getting dark at 5) and telling her vile spawn how 'we need to remember to respect those worse off than ourselves' (Norway is the 3rd richest country in the world in terms of GDP).
Anyway, these ignorant bastards kept at it for the six hours until we reached Trondheim, but the carriage was saved briefly by someone shouting 'Hold kjeft fir helvete!' (shut the fuck up). Anyway, these cunts caught up with me as soon as they realised I was british in Trondheim station, and asked me 'Excuse me, can you please direct us to the nearest convenient car hire?' No fucking clue. 'Why don't you ask someone?' 'Oh, we've tried, but they all speak Norwegian.' you don't say. 'Most of these people speak English, you know.'
'But so do you.' Well noticed. 'So fucking what?' I was getting really impatient. she and her spouse looked shocked: 'Where we come from we don't use that kind of language!' I raised my voice, 'Where I come from people don't bring up their bratty children to think of 'us and them'. Most importantly, we don't let them act like cunts.' I then poured abuse at them, until I stormed out of the station to find the hotel. I could hear the children crying and the man getting indignant behind me.
Why can't brits just learn a bit about the country they're visiting and control their bloody children?
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 15:43, 18 replies)
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even if their total ignorance led the execution to be terrible.
Also, couldn't you have just sorted the issue out during the first of the 6 hours... sitting there stewing about it for ages is commendable, and typically British, but also your fault.
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 15:49, closed)
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and then dreamt up an alternative ending where you suddenly grew some stones and put them in their place
cool
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 15:58, closed)
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the useless viking prick
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 16:54, closed)
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don't go picking holes in his movie plot
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 16:05, closed)
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actually no, the prior posters were right!
If you have an issue, state it!
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 17:49, closed)
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than your subject.
A British prick abroad.
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 18:17, closed)
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boy would we all look foolish
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 18:26, closed)
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I hate to be the spoilsport that points out the dead fly in your Irn Bru, the pube in your Tennents, the stuff they put in haggis - in your haggis... But -
A chap claiming to be an acquaintance of yours has just posted what can only be described as "some stuff that happened", in which he refers to you as both 'twatty' and 'friend'.
Nobody would blame you if your retaliation involved you tossing a caber right up his Taggart.
Scotch Eggs.
( , Tue 29 Apr 2014, 21:19, closed)
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