They're alright are the French, but they're just not as good as us!
Right...i'll try not to bore you with a lengthy post, but I've a lot to say.
The weekend pre-the holidays, panned out a little like this.
Friday 9th... me and AP met the other 19 of Clare's birthday guests in the Commercial to go to the Comedy club, had 2 pints in there and ended up in a round with Deano, tragic!
Was an ace night, the 3 comedians were average, but the more drunk you got the funnier they seemed.
We were all mullered, ended up in the nightclub attached, Deano hid my shoe for a change,when all us girls were dancing, it was messy messy messy!
We were the 1st to leave flagged down a cab outside and were in bed for 12.30.
Saturday 10th...Did jobs in the day, ironing and stuff, went to Nic's for waxing, drove to the club at t.time to be greeted by lots of pissed up people post the England match, nipped to take Steven to the golf club, then dropped car home, cabbed back to club, only myself and the boys who'd been cricketing managed to stay out later than 10pm, ended up drinking with AP, Blacky, Shak and Deano.
Went to the REGAL, then back to the Rose and Crown to have a last one in the beer garden at god knows what time.
Sunday 11th...Andy was off early to watch the rugby on Sky, i had a lie in, finished the ironing, grabbed a quick snack, called at the parents, then was meant to nip in Gomersal cricket club for a couple of shandys as it was Steven's birthday and he'd been in there celebrating for the last 6hrs, Ruth followed me home, i dropped the car off and ended up drunk as trousers for the 3rd night in a row.
Oh yeah, Ruth picked a very drunk AP up from the Rose and Crown and brought to the CC for a few more, i got pizza, Ruth very kindly taxied us to takeaways and our respective homes. Ate 1/2 my pizza and was in bed for 11pm.
Monday 12th.........holidays!!!! Andy had gone to Sid's funeral in the morning :o( not a nice start to the jollies, it was nearly 1pm when he got back, my mad Father was taking us to the airport, you are literally taking your life in your own hands getting in Jim's car!! he'd also brought along a 90yr old golfer for the run out! wtf???
Made it there in one piece, checked in (paid my £5 for my case being 1kg overweight......the cunts!), then headed for the bar, got sat with some randoms, some old timer Andy bowled with who knew Grandad Ronnie and a couple who used to live next door to the Worrall's!
Had 5 pints and was happy as a sand boy on the flight, Nice airport was deserted and before we knew it we'd got our cases, been picked up and dropped at the campsite, i'd unpacked and we were in the campside bar...........slippery slide, had burger and chips, loads more beer and don't remember going to bed!
Tuesday 13th...Awoke at 5am, laid awake ages, finally dropped off, then was woken at 9.15am, by some noisy French cunt and his Dad playing Badminton, very vocally outside our caravan. Made Andy get up and come to the campshop, got essentials and much needed loo roll, had cheese and ham with batons outside in the sunshine, did very little the 1st day, walked to the beach, swam in the pool, had a bit of holiday nookie, then went to the bar area, with the intention of having "a few"....what a tragic mess, we declared the beer was rank, so guzzled 3 litres of the local vino between us after a substantial meal of omelette and salad.............we were both in bed for 11pm, blind with drink!
Wednesday 14th..oh dear! Even slept through noisy cunt Xavier and his racquet sports, we were ill, still managed a shag though, but didn't go outside till 4pm, set off to the pool, Andy blew chunks everywhere so we headed back and stayed indoors all day, i even fetched him a paper as he was so ill, went to get a takeaway at 8ish, i bought a bottle of wine from the bar, which was corked, i was later to regret drinking it all anyway. Spent the evening listening to Riviera radio, reading and doing crosswords.
Thursday 15th, Andy was on the mend and i was as ill as can be, sacked off breakfast, got the bus into Antibes and bought some medicine for 17 Euros, felt a tad better and we had an extravagant meal in a Greek restaurant, lamb, steak and chicken fillets skewered with saffron rice....well nice!
Got the bus back, got more supplies from the campshop, had a swim, then a shag, got ready and waddled to the bar to watch the Ingerland match, watched it...drinking pop...reight do, then spent 20 euros on meat and went back to caravan for a fat bastard BBQ, fit to burst, read a bit and 1 went to bed at 10pm like a little old lady and left AP doing the crossword without me.
Friday 16th..felt much better, was awoken again by the noisy French twat at 9.15am, had coffees and got ready for our day out, tried not to laugh out loud when Andy phoned his Mum to ask her what to do about the shits, walked to the train station, it took 1hr to get to Monte Carlo...........outstanding, got very lost getting out of the train station into the Cliffside lifts, had an Italian meal, the best Tagliattelle Carbonara i have ever tasted and ice-cream to die for.
Spent a couple of hours sightseeing, it was fooking scorching, got the train back at t.time, quick swim, got ready and got the train into Juan les Pain for a romantic evening meal, dinner on the beach, was very nice indeed and so it should be at 70 Euros, mooched about, then Andy dragged me into a casino, where he joined to be a member while i played on slot machines ... i didn't have a clue how they worked, ended up with a cup full of change, cashed it in while i was ahead, he lost 50euros, we got the train back at 11.20pm, where he was mute all the way home, as we'd bought single tickets instead of return and he thought he was going to jail, he cheered up no end when we got away with it, back to the caravan, had coffees, read and bed for midnight, 2 nights on the trot with no booze, what's going on?
Saturday 17th..We decided to use up the left over BBQ food, so we had sausage sarnies for breakfast, once up and dressed, mosied back to the train station and chose to go to Cannes, v.impressive, the wealth would take your breath away.
Walked again for 2 hours in the baking heat, had sticky French pastries and cans of pop, train back at t.time, shagged, swam, ligged about, looked around the funfair but i wouldn't go on anything as i'm a yellow bellied chicken, back to the campsite bar, watched the footie, then had a set menu meal in the Restaurant which was good value and nice food, but we were in there 2 fooking hours, had quite a bit of wine, but didn't get drunk, in bed for 12ish!
Sunday 18th..as we'd loads of cash left we thought we'd go into Nice and go on a mad shopping spree, after Andy returned from the shop with bacon, more sausages and crusty bread that is! set off at 1ish, arrived in the afternoon, walked for ages to soon realise all the shops were SHUT as it was Sunday...doh! so we spent next to nowt, well the price of 2 Mcflurrys to be precise..........walked around again for 2 hrs or so sightseeing and taking photos, dodging the beggers,then back to our little mobile home, did some horizonatal jogging and swimming, then had some wine in the bar............about 9ish we ventured to an all you can eat for 25 euros continental buffet near the train station, ate shit loads, Andy had 2 plates of starters, chicken, potato gratin and 8 pieces of fish, with a vanilla slice, chocolate roll and caramel choux bun for after, waddled back to the site, where i had to go to the bar all night as he'd eaten so much, he had to undo the button on his shorts!! got quite pissed watching the footie, bed again for midnight.
Monday 19th...last day of the jollies, off he set again early door to the camp shop for his bacon.
Decided to go in the sea after breakfast, oh it wa awful.........really pebbly, then when you got in it was so deep all at once, you couldn't touch the floor, it was really choppy and i was scared after 10mins so tried to get out, unfortunately 2 huge waves knocked me over twice when i tried to scramble up the shore, in front of all the sunbathers, there was me, coughing and spluttering, with seawater running down my nose, looking like a pasty beach whale, made it back to my towel, tried to compose myself, while Andy's holloring "are you alright?, get the camera and take my photo"...cunt!
Back at the van, had a last bit of holiday nookie, packed, cleaned up, then at 3pm, went to watch the football and have shandy, the courier picked us up at 5.30pm and took us back to Nice airport, queued for fooking ever to check our bags in, then blew 253 Euros in the duty free, yippee!
Had a quick burger and chips, i demolished a bottle of wine, to banish all fears of flying "i aint getting on no plane" said in my best BA voice.
The flight home was fine, although i did have my eyes closed for the 1st hour, got our cases and Dave P picked us up at 9.30pm, turned down his invite of a cup of tea and a bite to eat at thiers, so was back for 10pm, fussing cats like mad, while unpacking and putting the washer on, getting in clean pyjamas and being Soooo glad to be home!
Tuesday 20th..had the day off yesterday to recover and do washing, did just that, 3 more wash loads (how have 1 managed to wear 17 tops in a week?),had a Metcalfs pork pie,then to Mum's to take her her JPS (for catsitting) and Jim's whiskey (for a belated Father's day pressie), she was off to do her Samaritans or what ever she does at the hospital, so chatted to Steven for 2 hours who'd also just got home for holiday. Went to Morrisons, home, had chilli and tiger bread followed by exotic fruit salad, Andy phoned to see if i wanted to watch the match at the club.................nope, i'm sick of the sight of you, leave me in peace, i am spending quality time with my cats and pyjamas! not really..........well okay yeah, a little bit of the truth shining through there, tee hee!
Stayed up really late watching BB and double Lost.
Back to it today, yippee...............routine, love it!
The weekend pre-the holidays, panned out a little like this.
Friday 9th... me and AP met the other 19 of Clare's birthday guests in the Commercial to go to the Comedy club, had 2 pints in there and ended up in a round with Deano, tragic!
Was an ace night, the 3 comedians were average, but the more drunk you got the funnier they seemed.
We were all mullered, ended up in the nightclub attached, Deano hid my shoe for a change,when all us girls were dancing, it was messy messy messy!
We were the 1st to leave flagged down a cab outside and were in bed for 12.30.
Saturday 10th...Did jobs in the day, ironing and stuff, went to Nic's for waxing, drove to the club at t.time to be greeted by lots of pissed up people post the England match, nipped to take Steven to the golf club, then dropped car home, cabbed back to club, only myself and the boys who'd been cricketing managed to stay out later than 10pm, ended up drinking with AP, Blacky, Shak and Deano.
Went to the REGAL, then back to the Rose and Crown to have a last one in the beer garden at god knows what time.
Sunday 11th...Andy was off early to watch the rugby on Sky, i had a lie in, finished the ironing, grabbed a quick snack, called at the parents, then was meant to nip in Gomersal cricket club for a couple of shandys as it was Steven's birthday and he'd been in there celebrating for the last 6hrs, Ruth followed me home, i dropped the car off and ended up drunk as trousers for the 3rd night in a row.
Oh yeah, Ruth picked a very drunk AP up from the Rose and Crown and brought to the CC for a few more, i got pizza, Ruth very kindly taxied us to takeaways and our respective homes. Ate 1/2 my pizza and was in bed for 11pm.
Monday 12th.........holidays!!!! Andy had gone to Sid's funeral in the morning :o( not a nice start to the jollies, it was nearly 1pm when he got back, my mad Father was taking us to the airport, you are literally taking your life in your own hands getting in Jim's car!! he'd also brought along a 90yr old golfer for the run out! wtf???
Made it there in one piece, checked in (paid my £5 for my case being 1kg overweight......the cunts!), then headed for the bar, got sat with some randoms, some old timer Andy bowled with who knew Grandad Ronnie and a couple who used to live next door to the Worrall's!
Had 5 pints and was happy as a sand boy on the flight, Nice airport was deserted and before we knew it we'd got our cases, been picked up and dropped at the campsite, i'd unpacked and we were in the campside bar...........slippery slide, had burger and chips, loads more beer and don't remember going to bed!
Tuesday 13th...Awoke at 5am, laid awake ages, finally dropped off, then was woken at 9.15am, by some noisy French cunt and his Dad playing Badminton, very vocally outside our caravan. Made Andy get up and come to the campshop, got essentials and much needed loo roll, had cheese and ham with batons outside in the sunshine, did very little the 1st day, walked to the beach, swam in the pool, had a bit of holiday nookie, then went to the bar area, with the intention of having "a few"....what a tragic mess, we declared the beer was rank, so guzzled 3 litres of the local vino between us after a substantial meal of omelette and salad.............we were both in bed for 11pm, blind with drink!
Wednesday 14th..oh dear! Even slept through noisy cunt Xavier and his racquet sports, we were ill, still managed a shag though, but didn't go outside till 4pm, set off to the pool, Andy blew chunks everywhere so we headed back and stayed indoors all day, i even fetched him a paper as he was so ill, went to get a takeaway at 8ish, i bought a bottle of wine from the bar, which was corked, i was later to regret drinking it all anyway. Spent the evening listening to Riviera radio, reading and doing crosswords.
Thursday 15th, Andy was on the mend and i was as ill as can be, sacked off breakfast, got the bus into Antibes and bought some medicine for 17 Euros, felt a tad better and we had an extravagant meal in a Greek restaurant, lamb, steak and chicken fillets skewered with saffron rice....well nice!
Got the bus back, got more supplies from the campshop, had a swim, then a shag, got ready and waddled to the bar to watch the Ingerland match, watched it...drinking pop...reight do, then spent 20 euros on meat and went back to caravan for a fat bastard BBQ, fit to burst, read a bit and 1 went to bed at 10pm like a little old lady and left AP doing the crossword without me.
Friday 16th..felt much better, was awoken again by the noisy French twat at 9.15am, had coffees and got ready for our day out, tried not to laugh out loud when Andy phoned his Mum to ask her what to do about the shits, walked to the train station, it took 1hr to get to Monte Carlo...........outstanding, got very lost getting out of the train station into the Cliffside lifts, had an Italian meal, the best Tagliattelle Carbonara i have ever tasted and ice-cream to die for.
Spent a couple of hours sightseeing, it was fooking scorching, got the train back at t.time, quick swim, got ready and got the train into Juan les Pain for a romantic evening meal, dinner on the beach, was very nice indeed and so it should be at 70 Euros, mooched about, then Andy dragged me into a casino, where he joined to be a member while i played on slot machines ... i didn't have a clue how they worked, ended up with a cup full of change, cashed it in while i was ahead, he lost 50euros, we got the train back at 11.20pm, where he was mute all the way home, as we'd bought single tickets instead of return and he thought he was going to jail, he cheered up no end when we got away with it, back to the caravan, had coffees, read and bed for midnight, 2 nights on the trot with no booze, what's going on?
Saturday 17th..We decided to use up the left over BBQ food, so we had sausage sarnies for breakfast, once up and dressed, mosied back to the train station and chose to go to Cannes, v.impressive, the wealth would take your breath away.
Walked again for 2 hours in the baking heat, had sticky French pastries and cans of pop, train back at t.time, shagged, swam, ligged about, looked around the funfair but i wouldn't go on anything as i'm a yellow bellied chicken, back to the campsite bar, watched the footie, then had a set menu meal in the Restaurant which was good value and nice food, but we were in there 2 fooking hours, had quite a bit of wine, but didn't get drunk, in bed for 12ish!
Sunday 18th..as we'd loads of cash left we thought we'd go into Nice and go on a mad shopping spree, after Andy returned from the shop with bacon, more sausages and crusty bread that is! set off at 1ish, arrived in the afternoon, walked for ages to soon realise all the shops were SHUT as it was Sunday...doh! so we spent next to nowt, well the price of 2 Mcflurrys to be precise..........walked around again for 2 hrs or so sightseeing and taking photos, dodging the beggers,then back to our little mobile home, did some horizonatal jogging and swimming, then had some wine in the bar............about 9ish we ventured to an all you can eat for 25 euros continental buffet near the train station, ate shit loads, Andy had 2 plates of starters, chicken, potato gratin and 8 pieces of fish, with a vanilla slice, chocolate roll and caramel choux bun for after, waddled back to the site, where i had to go to the bar all night as he'd eaten so much, he had to undo the button on his shorts!! got quite pissed watching the footie, bed again for midnight.
Monday 19th...last day of the jollies, off he set again early door to the camp shop for his bacon.
Decided to go in the sea after breakfast, oh it wa awful.........really pebbly, then when you got in it was so deep all at once, you couldn't touch the floor, it was really choppy and i was scared after 10mins so tried to get out, unfortunately 2 huge waves knocked me over twice when i tried to scramble up the shore, in front of all the sunbathers, there was me, coughing and spluttering, with seawater running down my nose, looking like a pasty beach whale, made it back to my towel, tried to compose myself, while Andy's holloring "are you alright?, get the camera and take my photo"...cunt!
Back at the van, had a last bit of holiday nookie, packed, cleaned up, then at 3pm, went to watch the football and have shandy, the courier picked us up at 5.30pm and took us back to Nice airport, queued for fooking ever to check our bags in, then blew 253 Euros in the duty free, yippee!
Had a quick burger and chips, i demolished a bottle of wine, to banish all fears of flying "i aint getting on no plane" said in my best BA voice.
The flight home was fine, although i did have my eyes closed for the 1st hour, got our cases and Dave P picked us up at 9.30pm, turned down his invite of a cup of tea and a bite to eat at thiers, so was back for 10pm, fussing cats like mad, while unpacking and putting the washer on, getting in clean pyjamas and being Soooo glad to be home!
Tuesday 20th..had the day off yesterday to recover and do washing, did just that, 3 more wash loads (how have 1 managed to wear 17 tops in a week?),had a Metcalfs pork pie,then to Mum's to take her her JPS (for catsitting) and Jim's whiskey (for a belated Father's day pressie), she was off to do her Samaritans or what ever she does at the hospital, so chatted to Steven for 2 hours who'd also just got home for holiday. Went to Morrisons, home, had chilli and tiger bread followed by exotic fruit salad, Andy phoned to see if i wanted to watch the match at the club.................nope, i'm sick of the sight of you, leave me in peace, i am spending quality time with my cats and pyjamas! not really..........well okay yeah, a little bit of the truth shining through there, tee hee!
Stayed up really late watching BB and double Lost.
Back to it today, yippee...............routine, love it!
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