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st tropez, the place not the fake tan
many moons ago i went to st tropez with the parents. father wanders around in a state of awe over the unnessecarily colossal yachts along the harbour as several highly priced cars drive past at about 5mph full of rich old men and young attractive women. me and said father decided to go into the nearest bar for a drink before heading back to the appartment. orders 2 pints of sum draught lager ive never heard of and sits down. finishes up and he goes and collects the bill. no imagine as im sat waiting form him to come back as i hear sum enraged noises coming from the direction of the bar. my dads gotten the l'addition from the barman and nearly had a coronary. €9 for a pint and a €14 bar charge, this is a one off payment for using the bar in the first place so bar hopping in st tropez is not the cleverest idea. doesn't help either that my father happens to belive in the age old rule of the louder you shout the more english they understand. cue me trying to pay whilst pushing him away from the barman hes trying to decapitate.

/obligitory length joke
(Fri 16th Feb 2007, 16:01, More)