The British are far and away the worst drivers on the motorway and in town. Don’t get me started on the parking where the plucky Brits leave four feet front and back for no good reason. We are a nation of useless cunts.
That’s only if you’re French - if the hated rosbif are sighted flouting the rules, expect a fine.
You haven’t driven in Istanbul - it would be a seven lane traffic jam there, in the same space.
In any major city in India it would be an 8 lane jam.
Oh yes. Both me and @coco have been on the end of that one, mind you we were both flouting quite considerably…
I can again assure you they don’t appreciate replies in the same ridiculous accent, no sence of humour. That one got me a rubber glove search, my “oh la la” didn’t go down well either. Luckily we had taken all the drugs five miles before the Belgian/French border.

Is “Kosmische” a new / polite way of saying “Krautrock”?
Talking of clubs no longer going.
My favourite in London was production Village in Cricklewood
Pretty sure I posted it in the old forum.
It was mainly used for filming and stage prop storage.
The pub inside was called the hogs grunt, done up as a spit and sawdust venue with live acts, mainly jazz funk hence why I went around 1980.
It seems it sadly turned into a bit of a dive.
That’s crazy, I grew up about 5 mins from there and passed by many many times. Had no idea about it.
It’s hard to find much info about it online, only film I can see that was partly made their was Hellraiser.
in the very late 1970s i (was about 14) used to stand outside and try and squeeze myself in with my mate Tony (usually unsuccessfully). Managed to get in as a paying customer in about in 1981/82/83 and then again on visits home from Uni in about 1987
Chemise Club, Bath
Fuck all special about it, just where I wasted my youth rowing a boat…
Oops upside ya head, I said ooops upside ya head…
My letter is in the post.
It’s Streatham. The reply will be in crayon
Ftfy
