After gambling away a few thousand euros at the casino, we had a spot of lunch. Which took a bloody age for us to get served. In fact N (in her inimitable way) took charge and went sorted things out when she espied our drinks and subsequently our food sitting on the counter (the waitering staff were buggering around elsewhere).Then we took a slog of a walk to the old town where we took the "Noddy" train on a tour of the principality. Oh yes... as we were walking an annoying (English) bitch who was just behind us uttered "can't you get any f*cking slower" or some such sentence (I'm not sure the slag realised we spoke English) so I just gave her a hail of abuse as she went past. UNBELIEVABLE!!
To be continued...
2 comments:
can you elaborate on the abuse you gave her????
I used the same four letter word back at her... to generalise English people abroad are awful - they stand out a mile and are like a fish out of water. An embarrassment. My issue with the French (to generalise again) are that they glamourise smoking and literally everyone seems to smoke.
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