Travel
Supposedly, travel broadens the mind, but we all know that it's not always great. There's a quote “If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay at home.” For every person that goes to far flung shores to experience something new and exotic, there are millions of Britons every year who traipse off to Magaluf for the summer, to spend two weeks complaining that the English breakfast isn't very good, the chips are the wrong sort and the poor reception on the telly spoilt their enjoyment of the Arsenal match.

What are your stories of wonderment, enlightenment, and awe, or of general ignorance and fear of all things forrin.
(lardyboy Next stop, Fissplap Central, Wed 15 Dec 2010, 15:40, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

Went to see Natacha Atlas in concert at Hackney Ocean.
For those that don't know, she used to front a 90's dub, drum n' bass and dance band called Transglobal Underground. She's half Egyptian and half French, and does that Arabic wailing thing really really well. She is also very fit and bellydances.

She came on, and the band dropped, and she started singing very softly, building up to a crescendo, and him over there with the skinhead goes very loudly, "Oh for fack's sake this is awl that fackin Paki taxi droiver music innit?!"
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Mon 20 Dec 2010, 16:51, Reply)