Dover
On the way to Calais, we opted to spend the night in Dover. Mistake. Walked into a pub where I was the only one without a shaved head (including the 'ladies') or a pitbull. Walked straight out again and into the biggest pub we could find, got some drinks and stood against the wall by the door - my theory being that if it kicks off, at least someone will witness it and call the cops or if not, we can make a quick getaway. Later in the queue for the chip van, a guy strolls up to me out of nowhere and says 'you pushed in, I was there.' I'd only had one pint (too scared to get legless) and started to plan my withering verbal demolition of him in front of his fellow Dover locals but instead admitted that he was probably right and let him in.
(Mr McKenzie Mr McKenzie, Fri 30 Oct 2009, 10:34, Reply)