I know this will dissapoint some of you, but I'm back. It's been a bit fucking manic to say the least over the last month, with a few massive jobs finishing & trips here there & everywhere.. Went on a 40th to Benidorm for four days, said i would never go again 16 years ago, how right i was. What a fucking dump full of fucking the trashiest cunts on planet earth. First night, as you do, we got utterly fucking spannered & managed to find ourselves in some godforesaken hole of a late night bar were some **** tried to dip me, but i felt his hand just going into my front pocket, so i grabbed his hand & turned it right round so he coulnt move & nutted the **** right on the nose He didnt get my wallet, but he did get my (£20 throwaway) phone, the little ****. He also got a bloody nose for his trouble..never seen anyone move so fast in my life! I didn't bother going to bed for four days, as it's just such a dump & i didn't eat anything as chips dont float my boat. I was glad to get home from that one.. Last weekend we were invited to a wedding in France, near Brive. I really didn't know what to expect. We tipped up at the hotel to find it a great restaurant & bar with a few of the chaps family sat having a few beers already. As they are Irish we had to join them in a few beers.... Wedding the next day, in a church god knows where, but it looked amazing. French weddings are a bit different to the UK, the bride goes in first & they sit down in big armchairs, with the groom walking up the aisle! Then to the place we stayed at for the meal...holy shit, elevty five courses & every one fucking amazing, gallons of top quality champers, wine & the food was just amazing. Then, the reception at the brides family home.. The house was just like the one in the wedding scene from the godfather, fucking amazing isnt the word, set in rolling countryside with views to die for. The brides parents dont speak English & our French is shit, but we got on like a house on fire, turns out he built the house himself to house his collection of vintage cars...that were underneath in some bunker type affair - wow! four or five vintage motors of some serious value i reckon. He was chucking wine, champers, anything you wanted at you..not being too well i didn't go mad, but some of the Irish did with comedy results I have never been made to feel more welcome anywere in my life & we certainly didn't want to come home from that. So, you'll have to put up with me again -- Nige, 'Candygram for Mongo' R1
French weddings are great! I went to one many years ago, just outside Calais. It started about 1pm, with several ceremonies, one involving the mayor IIRC (some red tape stuff as the groom was a Brit), took a couple of hours and the reception was straight after. I'd blagged a lift from some locals so was one of the first there. It took almost two hours for the bride to get back there (god knows why!) so we spent the waiting time drinking champagne. Then the meal started. I say "meal" - it was 15 courses, with (I had been pre-warned) the final course of French onion soup scheduled for 3.30am. There was at least half an hour between course, with the "party" continuing in between each, not the "sit down and eat loads followed by drinking & music" we get here. Luckily I'd paced myself to be sure of making the last course. Unfortunately, so few people were up for it, that they cancelled it. I was compensated by more champagne. Jeez, I was pissed. Happy days.... )
Limousin hospitality at its best. Glad you enjoyed the Corrèze. A lot of houses round there have a ground floor basement/garage with steps up to the living accommodation. I see there is a newly opened airport at Brive. Only direct flights from London City at the moment. It will be interesting to see if Ryanair go there for the 'Dordogne' traffic now they have pulled their Stansted-Angouleme route. -- +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Pete Fisher at Home: | | Voxan Roadster Yamaha WR250Z/Supermoto "Old Gimmer's Hillclimber" | | Gilera GFR * 2 Moto Morini 2C/375 Morini 350 "Forgotten Error" | +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
It was utterly stunning. We had to go to Limoges via fucking Ryanair, from fucking Liverpool..only becuase of times etc. NEVER again, Ryanair is utterly fucking shit, makes the trains to the concentration camps look inviting. -- Nige, 'Candygram for Mongo' R1
Oh hell aye.. I have *never* eaten so much in my life, all night long & all the next day The weight i lost in Spain has been put back on -- Nige, 'Candygram for Mongo' R1
I haven't flown out for quite a while, but at least Limoges is quite a decent little airport these days. We might give Flybe a try next time we need to fly (or more likely just SWMBO and the lad), but they only fly there from Southampton in the winter, which is a bit of an epic for us to get to and from by train, unlike Liverpool. -- +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Pete Fisher at Home: | | Voxan Roadster Yamaha WR250Z/Supermoto "Old Gimmer's Hillclimber" | | Gilera GFR * 2 Moto Morini 2C/375 Morini 350 "Forgotten Error" | +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
You should have seen it seven years ago. Not so many flights, but basically a shed. -- +-------------------------------------------------------------------+ | Pete Fisher at Home: | | Voxan Roadster Yamaha WR250Z/Supermoto "Old Gimmer's Hillclimber" | | Gilera GFR * 2 Moto Morini 2C/375 Morini 350 "Forgotten Error" | +-------------------------------------------------------------------+
Soton is a nice airport to use. Small, relatively quiet, no big queues. Most of the planes using it are under 100 seats. I flew from there in a Bombardier 50 seater to Austria. I used a car to get there, and parked at the Concorde Jazz Club
Sounds like you fitted right in. -- Veggie Dave http://www.iq18films.co.uk "To assert that the earth revolves around the sun is as erroneous as to claim that Jesus was not born of a virgin." Cardinal Bellarmine
Well, you would know. It's affectionately known as Conkers, being the place where those with big noses can meet without embarrassment or awkwardness.