Good riddence
Grandad August 27th, 2009
I have had enough of this Godforsaken shit hole of a country.
I quit.
I’m off to a place where the sun shines.
I’m off to a place where laws are applied sensibly.
I’m off to a place where you can eat out and get a great meal for a twenty spot, and still have change.
I’m off to a place where the roads aren’t crowded with lunatics.
I’m off to a place where if you smoke indoors they don’t give a shite, unless the cops come poking in [which they don’t].
You can comment on this if you want. but it’s unlikely I will reply, as I shall be on the bar, swilling pints on the ferry to France.
It’s unlikely I will write anything tomorrow, as I shall be driving on roads that are designed to be driven on, at sensible speeds of 140 kmph or so through the French countryside.
If I write anything, it will be on Saturday when I arrive at my wee house by the Dordogne river.
There again, I probably will just relax, sit out and watch the sun go down and then sip wine to the sound of the crickets.
My nearest village
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It’s a nice part of the world alright. Can I come too? This place is fecked.
Enjoy yourself
This place is truely arse!
Happy holiday Grandad!
.-= Geri Atric´s last brainfart .. TECHNO TURMOIL =-.
have a lovely trip, don’t worry about us, we’ll manage; but don’t complain when you get back and we’re all in a crappy mood.
Off you go then and have a great holiday. And remember, you’re the tourist now so don’t try to shoot anyone who looks foreign while you’re away. The French have that responsibility. Besides, not having to squint through a high powered scope will save your eyes and that’s important at your age.
.-= Kirk M´s last brainfart .. Reviving the Dead | Part III =-.
Seeing as you away, you won’t mind me borrowing your manure spreader. Just ramping up my war with Quebec.
Happy Holidays Grandad!!!!
Oh I’m envious.
… and returning to Ireland on Sunday after a whole summer away. I’m not looking forward to coming home as much as I thought I’d be. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept reading the Irish Times while we were gone?
i’ve never heard France described that way before. Apart from the smoking indoors. bony voyage!
Ayez un grand grand-papa de temps et appréciez ces jambes de grenouilles!
Have fun.
Yay! The Internet can celebrate and party for the near future!
j/k
Finally a voice of reason and sanity in a world of too much noise
Avoir une vacances grandioses, Grandad.
Me French isn’t what it used to be. Remember us poor labouring feckers, while you’re bathing in the sun!
Hope your sea crossing was OK. I was violently sick on Wednesday and still feel grotty.
We went to a major rugby match last Friday – Bayonne v Stade Francais, crowd 28,000. The three tickets cost the same amount as one for Leinster.
Send us a postcard.
By the way, has The Other Fellow gone with you, or are you taking separate vacations this year ?
Thank yiz all for your kind felicitations.
I would write more but I have just rediscovered the delights and joys of French wine.
They don’t serve Guinness here, and I wouldn’t drink it if they did.
TT – Yup. The Other Fella is here with us. Someone has to pick up the tab. Heh!