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great news - the Russians are crapping themselves more than Ukrainians! (But not as much as most of Western Europe)Shared to my FB feed
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Similarly the Italians with that Mediterranean diet with all the olive oil. It's probably more of a continuous stream.I can understand it with the French. Their lunches can drag on for hours, with multiple courses. They probably take the same approach to shitting.
I thought I read once that the US had a narrow vote for English over German originally
Ha! This is completely O/T, but I notice you're in Almeria. Years and years ago, in 1973, (when I was 16) coming back on the night ferry from Dieppe to Newhaven a very drunk man sat himself down next to us (me, my dad, step-mum and brother and sister) and proceeded to tell us about the amazing place he'd bought in "Carboneras, near Almeria" (sp). He kept going on and on about it and kept saying "You've gotta come out. It's in Carboneras, near Almeria. It's a bit primitive, shit in the streets, but it's great." If he said this once he said it a hundred times, no exaggeration (which is why it's stuck in my head over the years!). Despite my step-mum getting more and more irritated and telling him to piss off and annoy someone else he wouldn't stop talking. After a while he shook my dad's shoulder (he was pretending to be asleep), and said "Do you want to buy it?" He then changed tack and said how much it was costing him how he'd wished he'd never bought it, and how he was desperate for someone to take it off his hands. It's become one of those family stories we tell each other.The Spanish interior is empty. So many abandoned and practically abandoned villages. Lots of city folk own a place in their ancestral village that they go back at weekends/holiday etc. You'd think with the rise of homeworking more people will return to village life but it's not happening yet.
A couple of years ago somebody offered me a little house in a village about 45 mins from here for 10k euros! It needed a bit of work but was livable. I was tempted but lack of cash, lack of car, and lack of spousal enthusiasm scuppered it![]()
where would they find the time?I can understand it with the French. Their lunches can drag on for hours, with multiple courses. They probably take the same approach to shitting.
Well..... the 0.5 was a bit of a give away.Are you suggesting that German's don't shit 6.5times a day?
Brown mist.Well..... the 0.5 was a bit of a give away.
Unless that's they have a daily careless and somewhat tragic fart.
Brauner NebelBrown mist.
Somebody else probably knows what that is in German.
I had a pint of that at my local's German Beer Festival last year.Brauner Nebel
Ha! This is completely O/T, but I notice you're in Almeria. Years and years ago, in 1973, (when I was 16) coming back on the night ferry from Dieppe to Newhaven a very drunk man sat himself down next to us (me, my dad, step-mum and brother and sister) and proceeded to tell us about the amazing place he'd bought in "Carboneras, near Almeria" (sp). He kept going on and on about it and kept saying "You've gotta come out. It's in Carboneras, near Almeria. It's a bit primitive, shit in the streets, but it's great." If he said this once he said it a hundred times, no exaggeration (which is why it's stuck in my head over the years!). Despite my step-mum getting more and more irritated and telling him to piss off and annoy someone else he wouldn't stop talking. After a while he shook my dad's shoulder (he was pretending to be asleep), and said "Do you want to buy it?" He then changed tack and said how much it was costing him how he'd wished he'd never bought it, and how he was desperate for someone to take it off his hands. It's become one of those family stories we tell each other.
Anyway, carry on!
I love everything about France. Except that my intestinal tract doesn’t. The second I get there it’s like someone’s shoved a cork up it. So I’m frantically munching apples and All Bran to keep the big brown TGV train rolling along.I can understand it with the French. Their lunches can drag on for hours, with multiple courses. They probably take the same approach to shitting.
Similarly the Italians with that Mediterranean diet with all the olive oil. It's probably more of a continuous stream.
Seriously though, I gather the French are increasingly inclined to just have a quick sandwich (in a baguette, obviously) for lunch rather than the full blown "LET'S HAVE THREE COURSES AND A BOTTLE OF WINE EACH!" approach they used to have.
Which is a shame, obviously.
To be fair, even in the UK you don't have to go much further back than that for the days of massive piss ups at lunch time.I spent a year working for Airbus in Bristol back in 2004/5. We used to finish at lunchtime on Fridays because Airbus HQ is in France, and Friday afternoons were for long lunches with lots of wine.
To be fair, even in the UK you don't have to go much further back than that for the days of massive piss ups at lunch time.
I am willfully avoiding drawing attention to quite how long ago that was.
One of my Grandads was involved in designing Concorde, largely due to being able to speak French and having lived/worked over there, would the Airbus office in Bristol have been the same place (I guess it'd have been Gloster at some point further back)?
I'm vaguely familiar with the area as I went to uni in Bristol, but I've only ever driven past Filton on the way down into the city. I think there's some sort of Concorde museum/"experience" that I was always vaguely interested in but never bothered going to. That would have been before I had any idea my Grandad had any involvement.It would be the same place - Filton, in the north of Bristol. It's an enormous facility with huge factory buildings and a 2-mile runway. They had a Concorde parked there, which was turned into a museum piece. I went to a couple of talks done by some of the people who worked on the Concorde project, which were very interesting.
I'm vaguely familiar with the area as I went to uni in Bristol, but I've only ever driven past Filton on the way down into the city. I think there's some sort of Concorde museum/"experience" that I was always vaguely interested in but never bothered going to. That would have been before I had any idea my Grandad had any involvement.