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My first stop in France is the garage on the left half a mile from the Calais port, the old Eastenders, I always buy a canister of gas, its cheap enough to throw away after every trip. I also have a thick sock with a heavy stone in it, them cobbles on the beach are ace, nice and round and heavy.
I know the gas is the business cos we were coming home one time, in Calais port, just between the passport check and the emigration bit, I think, mrs seamus says " the gas ya feckin eejit, you still have the gas in the cutlery drawer!" I said give me it I'll just have to lob it the first chance I get, so I rammed the container into my pocket, I'm sitting behind the wheel, the canister is horizontal, the nozzle is pointing at my face, and wouldn't you just believe it, the plastic safety tab snapped, and I got a face full of the feckin stuff, had to stop in the middle of nowhere, couldn't see, eyes nippin out my head, mrs seamus drove the van to the ferry, I stayed down with the van for the crossing, lying on the top bunk with a damp cloth over my eyes, I kind of pity any fecker who gets a load of that stuff in the eyes, feckin deadly.
I know the gas is the business cos we were coming home one time, in Calais port, just between the passport check and the emigration bit, I think, mrs seamus says " the gas ya feckin eejit, you still have the gas in the cutlery drawer!" I said give me it I'll just have to lob it the first chance I get, so I rammed the container into my pocket, I'm sitting behind the wheel, the canister is horizontal, the nozzle is pointing at my face, and wouldn't you just believe it, the plastic safety tab snapped, and I got a face full of the feckin stuff, had to stop in the middle of nowhere, couldn't see, eyes nippin out my head, mrs seamus drove the van to the ferry, I stayed down with the van for the crossing, lying on the top bunk with a damp cloth over my eyes, I kind of pity any fecker who gets a load of that stuff in the eyes, feckin deadly.