Keep your Andes in your pockets anyway.
Phew,i'm really glad i'm poor !
..and if all the husbands have had loads of loot she is very happy!
I think i'd rather be celibate than have to put up with her !
I would say he is either stupid or the sex is good !
But everybody knew there was no such thing as an innocent French woman!
As it happened, I married one in 1969 a couple of weeks after my 21 birthday. Well, she is a Corsican from a separatist family, but her nationality and all that... She smoked Benson and Hedges that were still posh in those days...
...wonder why she is now on hubby no. 5 ?
Dead easy to spot a Peruvian Brian, just ask them to show you their Andes ...
When I was working there I had a pal called Robert MacDonald. He was chairman of the Caledonian Society of Peru at the time, did the Burns and Andy's Day celebrations. He is at least third generation Peruvian. Back then he was over the six foot, red hair, blue green eyes and very fair skin.
The above is taken from their website, far more recent than my own time there until the late 1980s but spot the Peruvian? Not easy, considering most of the people in the picture are Peruvians!
Playing 'Spot the Peruvian' is a bit more tricky tho' !
"Spot the French" is easy enough, they all have those mini-Ricard bottles from Ryanair duty-free :p
Glad about the bacon butties, precious they are :)
I haven't been to Brighton since at least 1980, I caught the Lanes going up market and could have wept though :-(
Ah-ah - My daughter (17) and I have a game called "Spot the English" : we always get it right :D
Mind you, I used to do the same with "Spot the French" when I used to live in England. A tad trickier but when in groups, no doubt about the nationality :D
No bacon sandwiches harmed in the process though :p
Most of the piers have gone now Brian............
Fair enough :)
I have more or less a full set of compulsory Kerouac works less than a metre from me still, the Sartres are somewhere on the other side of my desk, quite high on those shelves. I also have my CND badge somewhere among cufflinks and other obscure items. My 65-67 girlfriend, daughter of a well known Welsh comedian who lived in Cheam, was a student at your art school which meant long treks down from Cambridge in term time but glorious days under either of the piers sheltering from the rain the rest of the time. Personally, I don't think I've changed much since ;-)
Whatever makes you happy ;)
Still got my pseudy copy of L'Etranger and a book of beat poetry. Kerouac's family came from the next village to me. I was studying drawing at Brighton Art School, did various marches and somewhere I have still got an original expose of the RSGs cyclostyled by the Committee of 100. I have changed rather a lot since then.
Now then Christine, there are susceptible ex-trainspotters on here, from a time when it was considered a superb way to get an education on industrial Britain and learn self-sufficiency at an early age. And how could we have had so many bacon butties otherwise?
You debauched little beastie ;-) Only difference was that I smoked plain Gauloise and did so until I gave up in 2001. I did not have a Citroen either, my first 'jam' was a Morris Minor.
Is that the Tramber who did the "Kébra" comix way back, David ? I have a couple of "collectors" of those, highly recommended! And while we're in the area, do you know the Welshman who has a pub in Plouyé, near Carhaix? Great chat and pints in there.