2000-12-17 - 20:40:58

�When your lonely heart has learned its lesson, you�d be hers, if only she would call��

Never go to France for 2.5 hours. It always turns into 73, or 9, or something equally unbearable.

The Chunnel Train is pretty, as they say, money, though. Kind of spaceage, in a �it�s still patently just a big train� kind of way. You drive your car (or, in our case, oversized, tank sized van that the rental company palmed off on you) onto the train (it�s crazy shit, man) and then you zip under the channel and then 20 minutes later you drive off again, remembering well in advance of course that you�re driving on the right now, and not looking like the vehicular retard you so obviously are. Ooops! Sorry, monsieur!

�700 worth of alcohol looks kind of intimidating, but, you know, definitely do-able. The French have drinkable bottles of wine for 70p ($1?) There�s a nation with�er�cheap drink.

Never go to Ipswich for 2.5 hours. Go at least for the night because they have nice Real Ale and it isn�t London and alcohol is a vaguely sensible price instead of �17.50 a pint, or whatever the west End is getting away with these days.

�In the wee small hours of the morning, that�s the time you miss her most of all��

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