
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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that she moved to Norway, joined an anti-English splinter cell and spent years perfecting her Surrey accent before going on missions on trains with her highly-trained children in a campaign of harassment, in full knowledge that her English targets would never have the balls to cause any sort of scene.
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Then I remember police punching nouncing and then I cursed Arsemellow
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