I've had guns pointed at me in many different countries, sometimes even by our own side. I've also sat on my own on a beach on a desert island, which was nice because nobody was trying to shoot me. Tell us your tales of foreign travel.
Thanks to SnowytheRabbit for the suggestion
(, Thu 18 Apr 2013, 17:43)
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Prepare yourselves for a journey into the heart of darkness. A tale of hardihood, endurance, and courage which should stir the heart of every Englishman.
Yes, I broke through the M25 barrier and then on past the mythical Northampton into the wastelands.
After half a lifetime I arrived at a native dwelling hole known locally as Dewsbury. The savages where friendly enough and eager to please in a dull eyed animalistic way. At time for luncheon my request to be taken to the nearest Waitrose was met with incomprehension. Some of them grunted 'asda asda' but I was unable to ascertain the meaning.
One of the more intelligent creatures understood my need for sustenance and took me to a local a feeding location. It was a grim affair. A huge she-cow was in charge and she pointed to some scrawl on a blackboard by way of communication.
My eyes settled on the horror.
THE HORROR.
Mucky Fat Sandwich £1.20
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 20:05, 12 replies)
but you are right, there's nothing funny about Dewsbury.
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 20:27, closed)
If you'd carried on a few miles there's a Booths in Settle.
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 20:26, closed)
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 20:57, closed)
But if you were really desperate for Waitrose you could have gone to Otley, a mere 22 miles away.
Also, "mucky fat" is another name for dripping. It's popular with the older folk.
(, Sat 20 Apr 2013, 13:58, closed)
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