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Very potted history. I used to drive a coach for a living, I went anywhere and every bloody where. France, being massive and needing crossed to get anywhere south...I used to drive through France a lot. I also was single then. Now being in France, after driving...
Very potted history. I used to drive a coach for a living, I went anywhere and every bloody where. France, being massive and needing crossed to get anywhere south...I used to drive through France a lot. I also was single then. Now being in France, after driving...
I seem to remember (this was 25 years ago and I might be getting a bit forgetful) driving down the N10 which if my failing memory serves, took me between Poitiers and Limoges. We stopped in provincial towns, back in the day. The hotels were basic, but really cheap..
And the food and the bars and the locals...well you live there pal, You know exactly what I mean..Its the same in any country, go to where the locals are..its always better..maybe not dogging sites...but I digress
. I always took a bit of time off...
. I always took a bit of time off...
If I could in France. I would take trains everywhere, drink the vino, eat the cheese and sausage, spend loads of time on the Brittany coast, eating seafood, or go south and find someone brewing beer, or making wine. It was relaxing after being in a rush
continually racing for a ferry, or having to be nice to a group of pensioners who all had false teeth and stunk of piss.
I had absinthe one night near Nimes. If memory has yet not failed, a guy I got talking to, worked at some sort of Airbus facility nearby.
I had absinthe one night near Nimes. If memory has yet not failed, a guy I got talking to, worked at some sort of Airbus facility nearby.
He had a small B&B, which his wife ran. I would take time off near to southern France, because the coach was invariably going to the Costa Brava or somewhere similar, which I hated. One day I was joined by an Irish driver, who declined to go to Spain also. He worked for...
Another company, which I believe he was a family member of. They, alongside others, would transfer drivers between ports, or hotels, rotating drivers on and off coaches as required. They had a 2.8 for Granada, which was their hack. This thing could be found bombing across Europe
With at least two occupants, trying to either get a flight home, a nights sleep, a transfer to another coach. It was the staff car for ** ********** of ******** (Don't want to be sued)
Anyways...we hit the town, we had food, we had beer, we stayed a few nights
Anyways...we hit the town, we had food, we had beer, we stayed a few nights
I know we had a discussion about Ireland. I spent a good deal of time, either going to, driving around, or leaving on a ferry from Ireland. I would straight up say, that if I was made to leave Scotland, I would move to Ireland. I know we talked about
Going To LIsdoonvarna in Co Clare. I had been the previous September. There is a matching festival every year there, and if you were single and had all your own teeth (more on that shortly), you were guaranteed a night of being chased around town by a randy American visitor...
man oh man they weren't joking. Anyway, wherever you are in the world, beer talk is beer talk. ******(for that was his name), said something about Irish whisky being better than any other (I think, bit hazy on this part). I said (and I do remember this part) that he wouldn't
manage a night on the Absinthe. Well off we went. I know we had it poured correctly, ice cold water dripped into it, over a sugar cube. It is astounding. The flavours are amazing. We then made an amazing plan, that we would go to Lisdoonvarna
When you make plans whilst in drink...well they're the best plans. I know we went by Granada to Cherbourg, because I had a transit card on me. We must have gone to Portsmouth, and I suppose from either Fishguard or Holyhead to Ireland.
I really have no recollection of the journey, except ******must have driven us, despite being as shitfaced as me. I did actually go to Lisdoonvarna, but before I was available to be a hit with the ladies
I went to a dentist, and I had my implant, re-implanted...which to this day I have no idea how it came to fall out. I know my tounge appeared to be stuck to my teeth, and I had the same clothes on for about 3 days.
~fin~
~fin~
I forgot. The guy from the village near to Nimes came with us. I'm sure his name is Paul. Fuck knows what happened to him though..probably divorce !!
