
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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your taste is abysmal and you should be shot through the neck at dawn
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 11:00, 1 reply)

you relax in your identikit hammock in could-be-anywhereville thinking you're better than the plebs in the cheaper identikit sun loungers down the road and I'll stick to actual travel.
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 11:32, closed)

a bit of hammock and a bit of travel. i don't rule things out, judgey von holier than thou.
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 11:36, closed)

it's not my fault I'm better than you ... why should I pretend we're equal just for the sake of smoother conversation?
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 11:37, closed)

not even a scrofulous leper with a hole in his head
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 12:00, closed)

( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 12:11, closed)

scrofula is an archaic term for tuberculosis and since that is a much faster acting disease than leprosy, it doesn't make any real sense to be a scrofulous leper. If you are unfortunate enough to contract both diseases then you simply die of TB.
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 12:42, closed)

i'll laugh and i may piss on the coffin, but i'll be there for you
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 12:51, closed)

what would he do if his fingers fell off? type with his toes?
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 12:56, closed)

Still look down on him, though.
( , Wed 30 Apr 2014, 12:16, closed)
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