Chopping the heads off of wronguns' is good, not strange.
Anyway, we're off to Cannes in Sept (only 4nights) so thanks for the heads-up 'cos my feet are s***-magnets!

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Hmm I have been to many khasis in France but none compare to a sh1tter I had to squat on at thames poly (as was) and ahem selhurst park. Somebody had ripped the whole roll off the wall wiped their arse on the whole roll without unravelling it dumped it on the floor and then p1ssed on it. You dread to think what this bloke's home looks like.

the French call them Turkish toilets, I've been to Istanbul I saw the sewers from the bond film but I have no tales of poo per say

What starts with a P and smells of piss?

Paris

You can actually visit the sewers of Paris, on the edge of the Seine not far from the Awful tower.

As Mr Zappa said

"In France"

We're playin' in a tent
It's payin the rent
If you pooch a civilian,
It's a major event
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

The girls is all salty
The boys is all sweet
The food ain't too shabby,
An' they piss in the street
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

They got diseases
Like you never seen
Got a mystery blow-job
Turn your peter green
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

They got some coffee
Eatin' right through the cup,
An' when they go ka-ka
They make you stand up
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

If you're not careful,
It'll stick to your cheeks
You'll smell like a native
For a couple of weeks
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France

We cannot wait
Till we go back
It gets so exciting
When the poodles 'react'
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down
In France
Never try to get yo' peter sucked
In France

Edited by mr. apollo (25 Jul 2019 7.35am)

On a school trip to Paris some time in the 90s, we saw two men w@nking while driving along in their cars. Us being high up on the coach looking down on the traffic we copped a full view of both chaps with their, er, chaps out, tugging away. That was one day in Paris, never seen a single circumstance of it in all my years driving in the UK.

Back in 2007 you would have thought that France had made it into the 20th century. No.
In Angouleme, my bowels are on the final spin, and I need to find a toilet fast.
Fortunately I did - a public toilet - and when I say public, I mean PUBLIC! No doors on the cubicles, no cubicles vacant - men and women in full view performing as necessary.
At last a vacant trap. I sat on the seatless porcelain and let go. Ahhhh.
Now, why would a mobile phone be so important for this operation?
It's all about cleaning up. No toilet paper! I had to phone Mrs H to get her to buy a toilet roll for my exclusive use. Most of the roll later I am satisfied that my @rse is clean. Ish.
Bollox I exclaimed in my best French - no towels. But that didn't matter, there was no running water either.
And all this was in the Hôtel de Ville - the town hall.
So what can the French regard with a national pride.
Haven't got a clue.