It's only an Eaton ...

Most of them. They seem older when they're trying to chat up 17 year
old waitresses in Franglais, and referring to each other as "mon pere".

 

If you're talking about subscribing, then you've been here longer than that,
as you were already here when I joined and that was Dec 1999. If you're
talking about events, we were both at EOSM 2000, which was my first.

 

Fucknose how long I have been here, far too long for me own good I can
tell you that.

It may well have been my first too. No, it was the Dunkirk thing. That
was the TOG Tour I went on.

 

Speaking of "them" (and I think we can all guess who them is), they have
a habit of assuming that nobody in France speaks English and he, sorry,
they, can get away with making disgusting comments about waitresses,
shop assistants, barmaids and so on. The waitress at the hotel in
particular clearly understood English perfectly well and made it quite
clear just how impressed she wasn't.

 

Unfortunately, that was the crappiest hotel we've ever used.

Best one, I think, was the Normandie in Caudebec, and possibly the one
we've just been to in Dieppe.

 

Is that the one somebody called "no chin"?

 

One of the times I went to the Bol d'Or at the Paul Ricard was with a
bunch of UKRMers including TOG.

Does that count as a TOG tour?

 

La Marine, you're right. mea culpa.

 

Oh yes. Fabulous food. Shame it's in the middle of nowhere, really.

 

message

And that's exactly what I liked about this hotel. When you want to get rid
of cunts, show them the way to the bars

 

"WHAT, SHE'S REALLY FIT AND I'D **** HER....." as her guide dog licked his
feet...

 

Which was the hotel & place we went to where the town proudly displayed
hundreds of bullet holes in a lot of the buildings?

 

Somewhere in South-East Bristol I would imagine.

 

sad, sad, sad.

 

I'd say a cane would suit that statement better.....

 

and he'd keep telling the same "funny stories" over and over because
he can't remember what he'd said 30 minutes earlier.

 

he's fine[1] in a pub environment - it's when you're stuck with the
Stella-drinking **** in a van for 4 hours when it begins to rub.

[1] for waitress-insulting values of "fine", of course.

 

well, I'm still trying to find a good date for the Monopoly pub-crawl;
come on that and see how you get on.

 

Almost certainly. I've yet to go to that Bel & Dragon place you
recommended, but it's on the list.