It’s hard to keep track, with all the running around, and globetrotting, and that. So now I’m in Adenau, at the tinniest hotel in the world, which happens to have a free-to-use PC tucked away in the corner. Not even the mad posh Bordeaux jobber had free PCs, pfft. So that’s pretty cool. German keyboards [...]
So it turns out I’m still alive, but my laptop fucking died on me, the fucker. Day 3, the Friday, was using it just fine on the Bordeaux hotel’s net connection, turned it on in the morning and it was fine, carried it out to the car and, et voila, c’est casse (or broken, as [...]
Spot the reference, win 10p. Names and addresses (and dates and durations of holidays and locations of spare keys) on a postcard (or blog comment, for simplicity) si’l vous plait. Allow me to introduce to you the reason for this update, the €6 can of coke, seen here removed from the minibar in a state [...]
Boar- D’oh! I should get out more. Talking of which, I’ve just got back in from being out more, and it wasn’t entirely successful. The first restaurant I tried didn’t open ’til 8 (which is mad for a start (hoho that works on so many levels)) and then I got scared that I’d lose the [...]
Do you see? Bordeaux/bored-oh?! Damn I’m good. Just a quick update, as I’ve just arrived at l’hotel and my word, I was expecting a fairly fly room but this is really smart. See here: some photos of: it: Like something straight out of an ikea showroom The more astute amongst you will notice a vaguely [...]
It seems The French are even more in love with The Fresh Prince than Anonymous 10p if you can spot why this amused me enough to take a photo (which doesn’t take much) Hahaha dirty old fucker This man’s name is Jean Pierre (probably). As I was taking photos of some shit in a tunnel [...]
Protip – An easy way to amuse/confuse French wimmins in hotels is to not be able to say large numbers in French, such as one hundred and twenty three, and resorting to listing the numbers one by one. I’m talking room numbers, here, and room 123 being refered to as ‘un deux trois’ has caused [...]
As in, “Fuck, fuck, fuck the po-lice”. 88 in a 50, sir? On the spot 90 euro fine and probably points to boot, although, the swines did comment on how nice my car was, and I ingeniously utilised babelfish via the laptop and 3G to get over the fact that neither me nor the gen [...]
Protip – as much as ‘winging it’ with regards to hotels on road trips sounds awesome and somewhat cavalier, it’s actually pretty retarded! Parlez vous the rest of this post? It started out well enough with a nice drive to Paris, same considerate (with reckless undertones) and slow driving from everyone as before, until suddenly [...]
Or you will die. More on this when I’m not stuck in traffic.