more likely people just don't bother to maintain them. You've got to go some to set a car on fire without pouring petrol inside it and chucking a match in.
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more likely people just don't bother to maintain them. You've got to go some to set a car on fire without pouring petrol inside it and chucking a match in.
Or you could buy a Vauxhall Zafira and wait for Lady Luck to do her worst :(Quote:
Originally Posted by Macca
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Another Zafira, another aborted trip to Alton towers.
My first ever visit to Cardiff yesterday. Really nice place, I'll go back there for a weekend. But I think my intestines had a lucky escape last night.
Food stalls at the Rag 'n' Bone Man gig at Cardiff Castle yesterday evening were asking criminally high prices (five quid for a fag packet-size tray of pseudo-chips), so I decided we could hold out till we got outside.
Across from the exit was a fried chicken takeaway. Ideal. But I did notice one of the chicken pieces was a bit of an odd shape, and I commented to Anita that it looked like a chicken's arse. But I was so hungry that I was three bites into it before I noticed it actually smelled like shit. Literally. The bloke behind the counter didn't seem surprised by my complaint, and offered to replace it. but I'd lost my appetite by then.
When we got back to the hotel Anita found online reviews where words like ancient chicken and food poisoning came up frequently.
I went to bed last night fully expecting to be spending the wee small hours on the bog, but to my surprise I was fresh as a daisy, enough to take a 7am walk round Cardiff city centre. Sitting outside a coffee shop watching the city setting off to work is a simple pleasure I could get used to.
I had the worst food poisoning episode of my life in Wales. Decided to have octopus at a restaurant near Harlich whilst sharing a caravan with some friends. As you know the chemical toilet walls are very thin so the ensuing violent flood from every orifice was heard in high resolution by the others in the van all night.
Next day they felt worst than I did!:)
it's worth hanging on for a bit longer to get to a Kentucky rather than chance it with those places.
Your right Martin, it was an Italian restaurant called Tonys in the middle of nowhere. I should have know better and just gone down the seafront and had fish n chips.Quote:
Originally Posted by Macca
Don't think KFC had reached Wales back then? Maybe there was one in Cardiff:scratch:
How far back are we going? There was just one in Liverpool in the 1970s, my dad would get one sometimes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jimbo
Wales in those days - at least north Wales - I never saw a Kentucky, I don't remember a Wimpy even.
There was a Little Chef on the coast road near to Colwyn Bay. We always used to nag my dad to stop at it but he'd say 'It's rubbish and really expensive.'
It was still there about ten years ago when I was in the area, so we stopped and had fish in breadcrumbs. It was all right actually but it was expensive.
It was late 1970's. I remember the Little chef. Thought they were a treat when I was a kid so a few years back decided to pop in one for old times sake. The guy sweeping the floor was also the chef, the waiter and toilet cleaner. I nervously ordered a full English breakfast and waited.:uhho:Quote:
Originally Posted by Macca
The chap simple got all the ingredients together for a full English and lobbed them into a deep fat fryer and then scooped them out onto a plate. I had trouble stabbing anything because of the grease and the sausage had been cooked so violently it had turned inside out!.
I left rather disappointed.
I discovered long ago now that the only place you can get a proper breakfast is America.
Okay their bacon is a bit weird and the butter looks like ice cream but otherwise they know how to do it properly.