So what did you call them ...

[Channa]

Obviously a man of taste choosing a Citroen, little chance of any problems ��

I guess I am talking about mid 80.s , when we refused to the point of mutiny self cancelling indicators had no place on a motor car, Bean can controls all at finger tip reach and Cyclops speedos (no need to read a needle).

My own party trick was normally involving getting Dad and his children to sit on the boot lip of course the car sunk like your Ford Mr Customer so your whole steering suspension geometry is compromised ? Indeed the response ....started the engine , a few clicks and hisses and "up periscope" as the self levelling kicked in ....Faces were a picture especially the childrens

The cars were niche, the customers too and I guess we were in the sales team, Sold all sorts over the years including Jaguars (where egos could be problematic) those days with Citroen were the best.

I used to do roaring trade with RAF Finningley , one of our customers Sqn ldr Prince a chopper pilot with the SRS wing which were at Finningley later appeared on a tv program piloting on a tricky rescue your neck of the woods, Sqn Ldr Bob Johnston was an instructor took three of us on base and we got to play in a Jetstream simulator he was a real gent and then Officers mess afterwards as guests,,certainly a different world. A lot of our customers as interesting as the cars happy times

Channa

 

[Robmac]

Little Lord Fauntleroy and Hyacinth Bouquet, they thought they were the bees knees, they were so prissy about every little thing they did. For example they set up the outdoor table and two chairs, he sits there in his tweed slippers, she is busy in the caravan. Gerald she calls. Yes dear, coming dear. Over he goes to the door, she passes a silver or plated tray with teapot complete with crinoline lady tea cosy, three tier cake plate, with petit fours, triangular sandwiches and those sponge cakes with wings. There was also cup and saucers, sugar bowl and milk jug, all matching floral bone china.

We are next door, sat on £5 camp chairs, dockers wedges grasped in our mitts, eating bacon sarnies with ketchup squirting out sideways, slurping big market bought mugs of strong tea.

Some of us have standards Ral.

But then, as you know I'm quite posh, innit.

 

[colinm]

I was going to ask her what the fu*k she was doing on a Spanish Campsite in a SWIFT Caravan but SWMBO told me to keep quiet.

A slight aside, every year we have a 'family' holiday, one year we nearly didn't go as it was left very late to get anywhere booked, then I was told "Fred says we can use his static", now 'Fred' is not short of a £1m or two and has a couple of holiday homes, but I must say I was totally unprepared for the 'delights' of Hemsby.

 

[yorkslass]

Some of us have standards Ral.

But then, as you know I'm quite posh, innit.

Champagne and canapes,or can o peas, on the poop deck.

 

[izwozral]

Some of us have standards Ral.

But then, as you know I'm quite posh, innit.

Aye Rob, I have noticed that about you, with your swept back coiffed tinted hair, that beaked nose, the regal repose as you drink Doombar in a cocktail glass with an olive or two.:bow::bow::bow::bow:

 

[izwozral]

Champagne and canapes,or can o peas, on the poop deck.

Anyone who poops on the deck cannot be posh.


I can just hear Rob now shouting "Mice the brain lace me 'arties, hic, and be, hic, bick aqout tit hic". "Hic I'm pished".

 

[Robmac]

Anyone who poops on the deck cannot be posh.


I can just hear Rob now shouting "Mice the brain lace me 'arties, hic, and be, hic, bick aqout tit hic". "Hic I'm pished".

I resemble that remark!

Now, to the pub....

 

[hextal]

When we've been abroad we have, on occasion, run into the quintessential stereotype of the Englishman holidaying abroad.

Now, just be clear, this is a minority, but it's a definite type.... Invariably a bloke, usually from the south, and griping about how godawful everything on the site, in the area, in the country is.

Classic one in Czech republic. Lovely campsite that was maybe 8 miles outside Prague, so great to go and visit the city, but great to just sit and relax next to the river too. We pulled up and as soon as he heard us talking English that was it, "this site is a joke, the WiFi keeps dropping out, I've had to give up trying to watch east Enders, they don't even speak english" and so on (all genuine statements). Funny, we popped over to check in and they spoke perfect English, though we did try German and broken french as first and second options. They even had a proper pizza oven and would knock out a pizza a'la 'anything you wanted'.

I'm never good at removing myself from these monologuing types, fortunately a Dutch chap came over and started talking about bike racing, which made the English chap retire back indoors.

 

[Channa]

When we've been abroad we have, on occasion, run into the quintessential stereotype of the Englishman holidaying abroad.

Now, just be clear, this is a minority, but it's a definite type.... Invariably a bloke, usually from the south, and griping about how godawful everything on the site, in the area, in the country is.

Classic one in Czech republic. Lovely campsite that was maybe 8 miles outside Prague, so great to go and visit the city, but great to just sit and relax next to the river too. We pulled up and as soon as he heard us talking English that was it, "this site is a joke, the WiFi keeps dropping out, I've had to give up trying to watch east Enders, they don't even speak english" and so on (all genuine statements). Funny, we popped over to check in and they spoke perfect English, though we did try German and broken french as first and second options. They even had a proper pizza oven and would knock out a pizza a'la 'anything you wanted'.

I'm never good at removing myself from these monologuing types, fortunately a Dutch chap came over and started talking about bike racing, which made the English chap retire back indoors.

I think some people visit abroad to re affirm whatever it is they don't like and have a whinge.

The sad part is the locals can fall into the trap believing we are all the same.

Perhaps if they like England so much they should stop there

Channa

 

[hextal]

I think some people visit abroad to re affirm whatever it is they don't like and have a whinge.

The sad part is the locals can fall into the trap believing we are all the same.

Perhaps if they like England so much they should stop there

Channa

Must admit, that's why we tend to try to speak the language, or at least make an effort.

I think people are fine if you make an effort, even if it's embarrassingly awful (which mine usually is).

 

[n brown]

Some of us have standards Ral.

But then, as you know I'm quite posh, innit.

people used to think POSH meant Port out,starboard home

but we now know it stands for possessor of silvery hair