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Where's that f***ing lion?
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What was his name then?met a bloke on a coach holiday in Austria/Bavaria around 1990.... came out with the old " i used to be in the sas " routine.
Took it with a pinch of salt and listened to his very entertaining stories all night.
Got home and checked him out, had written 2 books on his escapades, been involved with Iranian embassey seige the lot.. was shocked as thought was another billy bullshiter.
I'd opt for the lion if I ended up on a holiday with the OP.
Ya don’t believe him do ya? I think it’s a wind up as he put a thing up saying it’s bullshit mate. This place as my mind bent sometimes.What was his name then?
Where's that f***ing lion?
I was travelling Europe a few years ago and was in Madrid on the last day.
As I left my hostel to go and meet a lass for a few hours some homeless looking Spanish bloke wandered over to me.
He said “do you believe in reincarnation”, I said “no”. He then said “If you come down to Atocha at 5pm, next to the cigarette bin I’ll be there, there will also be a man in a wheelchair with no arms and no legs, we’ll show you that it’s real”
Weird.
We’re now best mates, meet him and stump for a fag every year at the same bin.
A picture has come up of a woman who was part of a lesbian menage a trois. Basically, she'd nicked off on holiday without her regular partner with a different lass she was shagging on the side.
Otherwise engaged.
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(It just popped up in the search results, okay!!!)
I've had a few IDs on here, however, the gay bed mate story is one I've not told on here before.Were you on here as someone else years ago? Your hilarious holiday anecdotes remind me of someone else but I can’t remember who…..
How has the op made it to striker status with shite like this.
Exactly. Even if just doing some local traveling with my wife and some weirdo comes up to us and starts asking us where we're from and shit like that, I just smile, nod, pretend I don't speak English and walk away.I don’t understand people who make mates with people on holiday. I just wanna be left alone with whoever I’m with like.
Don Large... Korean war etc...acted as an advisor when retired, sieges/kidnaps and stuffWhat was his name then?
1990 Yugoslavia - met a guy from Cornwall who didn't know what Pizza was
I don't meet anyone on holiday, strange or otherwise - I don't pay my money to be bothered and annoyed by other people. Keep to yourself and talk to no-one - holiday heaven
You get thru the whole holiday without talking to anyone ?
I reckon you are the strange one.