Update
I scribbled a wee scribble a few days ago about my quest for an Interweb connection which sparked a few comments.
This surprised me because I assumed you all would have moved on to better things and would have forgotten about poor ol’ Grandad.
There were quite a few comments, so rather than answer them all, I will give a wee progress report.
McDonalds. – Yes. They do have McDonalds in France. They are very easy to find because they are all surrounded by barbed-wire fences, searchlights and vicious looking Alsations. The French take pride in their food, and while they have no problem with free trade, they object to their population being turned into fat arsed waddling obese mobile heart attacks. They therefore take every precaution to prevent people entering. Sensible, I call it.
Internet – I wasn’t in the least pushed about finding an Interweb connection until I remembered that my publishers may be trying to contact me [*cough*]. They were, so I’m glad I found one. I couldn’t get near McDonalds [see above] so tried a healthy shop that I happened to be having coffee in anyway. It didn’t work, and I had to use their own PCs. If any of you have ever used a French keyboard, you’ll know what a fucking nightmare that was! I eventually found an Internet Cafe [Ian – they charged €2 an hour plus free coffee] which was enough for me to download all my spam.
Weather – A few of you mentioned the weather.
It rained.
Heavily.
For a few hours.
Apart from that – hot hot hot sunshine.
Mwaaa hahahahahahahahahaha.
Mwaaa hahahahahahahahahaha.
Mwaaa hahahahahahahahahaha.
Mwaaa hahahahahahahahahaha.
I’m typing this indoors as the damned laptop gets too hot outside.
I’m off now as it is too fucking hot in here.
HA!
*sniff*
Sun…
Cruel, cruel Grandad.
Sorry! I couldn’t help it.
I wouldn’t have seen your comment, but I had to come back inside again. Too damned hot……
Did I hear someone say something about floods? 😈
Floods? Put it this way: You won’t have to worry about your lawn drying up!
I think most people over this sort of way have been wetting themselves ………. apart from me
sounds like you’re having a grand ole time 🙂 we’re having hurricanes here in the south and all that goes along with it. aside from the hurricane weather i’ve been like a dog with a bone over mccain’s *ahem* choice of a running mate. it’s been much fun 🙂
Grandad,
Its so wet that the ITs are now offering Ark building courses. Enjoy the sun because you won’t see much of it when you get back.
Enjoy! Stay a couple more weeks if you like. I’m enjoying K8 abusing your broadband!
Slag us all you want Grandad, I hope your tour operator goes bankrupt and you get stuck there.
Oh wait….
Sorry for the delay in replying – the Brigade de Renseignement et de Guerre Electronique caught up with me again, and I had to do another flit. I am now holed up in a different part of France and hopefully will have a few hours before they cop on. They are fucking good though!
I am currently in negotiation with God to have some better weather installed by the time I get home.
Baino – If you only want me out of the country so you can chat to K8, then that’s tough. Not a good enough reason.
Maxi – Unfortunately, I am my own tour agent, so there is little likelihood of my going bust. I would be very happy to stay on here, but I know how much you all miss me ……. ?
I do wish that all the McDonalds here in The US would have barbed wire fencing around them; maybe that would intimidate people from eating there and we would have a much fitter population. Ah but my wishes tend not to come true too often so I guess I’m stuck in a country with sky-rocketing obesity. ::l’sigh:: – yes that is my sad excuse of a tribute to the French haha. I’m glad you enjoyed your trip and may I mention that after just coming across your blog yesterday, you have given a non-blogging believer much entertainment in reading your rants. (-:
I see that clears up the bit about McD’s in France…
rothie, how about we put some barbed wire fence around you?
sorry, grandad…haven’t had the required amount of coffee yet and don’t need to be sighed at like that…
Prin – Leave Rothie alone [welcome, Rothie, by the way!]. All McDs should at best be nuked and at worst be boiled alive in their own grease.
The wha?
Brigade de Renseignement et de Guerre Electronique = Intelligence and Electronic Warfare Brigade. I don’t know why they were after me, but I wasn’t going to stop and ask them.