
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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fairly important engagement to get back to in old blighty and so I caught a train, then another train and caught a ferry and then a train and before you knew it I was at my destination although to be fair it was considerably longer than an aeroplane flight but shit happens and I got over it. Thanks goodness for furriners and their ability to run a train service and not charge whatever they think they can get away with because British people are cunts and all work where they cannot afford to live.
( , Fri 25 Apr 2014, 22:31, 2 replies)

( , Sat 26 Apr 2014, 8:59, closed)

Hamburg hotel. You'd think with all Albert's money he could have chartered a prop plane or helicopter to get him home.
( , Sat 26 Apr 2014, 9:55, closed)
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