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This story happened to my sister, who was driving back down the mountains from andorra-la-vella (everyone in the toulouse goes up there now and again on a sunday to stock up on cheap booze and fags)

The road down is obviously windy and narrow, so you have to be pretty careful, it can get slippery with ice and stuff... anyway, she's driving down and some prat in a 205 GTI comes up behind her, driving real close, after a while trying to overtake, driving like a twat, flashing his headlights, beeping his horn and generally behaving like a berk.

Eventually after a while he manages to overtake and disappears past the cars in front.

Then a few kilometres down the mountain, she turns a corner and there's the same guy, his car up against a large rock, water and stuff spewing out of the front, a complete write off, and the bloke standing next to it, looking at what's left of his car... so my sister slows down, opens the window, looks at him and goes "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA", which made the bloke go all red and start shouting "GROSSE PUTE" (which i'll let you translate for yourself) and other lovely french expletives.

Result! Karma wins!
(Alaning, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 7:34, 3 replies)

berk
... it was only recently that i learned the history of this word.

It worries me when i hear it used on Loose Women at lunchtime.
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Mon 25 Feb 2008, 9:04, closed)

Click for Andorra and come-uppance for twattish drivers
Andorra is great for that - I've found it's basically to the Southern French what Calais is to the Brits. Except cheaper.

Sadly, I'm not sure if it was Karma or just shitty luck that caught out my family last time we went up there. The one weekend we decide to go up (supplies of gin, vodka, brandy, etc. were very low), the French border patrol suddenly starts to give a toss. (I think this was Sarkozy, recently elected, trying to prove he was a hard bastard) So of course, we came down the hill with contents of the car clinking in time with the engine, and you could almost see the buggers rubbing their hands when they spotted our English plates.

Fortunately, they only made us pay the EU tax on the (vast) amount of ethanol bottled up in the boot. Doing the calculation, we'd still made a huge saving against what we would have paid for the stuff in Blighty. Am I too tight-fisted?
(LongJohnBaldry, Mon 25 Feb 2008, 11:09, closed)

Just wondering why the French guy called your sister a "big turkey" in german?

( Dixipoos Bye Bye Blackbird, Wed 27 Feb 2008, 8:31, closed)