OH HOW I HATE THE FRENCH!!!!
A month or so ago Dave asked me whether or not I would be interested in going to France for a day trip... Not having much money I was unsure, but agreed. I have been to France once or twice before and thought it would be a good idea to stock up on booze and fags before Christmas.
The day started well, in fact it was the smoothest crossing I have ever been on, we made our way over to the Hyper Market etc etc and spent a few hours picking a few select items for ourselves and our loved ones. Before we had left for France, we had been told about a place in near Dunkurk called tobacco alley where there are over 20 tobacoo shops in one area, and thought it would be an interesting addition to our journey, but by the time we had done our mooching around the shops, we had left it too late.... So we decided we would have a look around Calais.
One thing that struck me throughout our day was a nasty feeling that we shouldn't be there, possibly because the Frecnch are such miserable bastards, with no sense of humour or any human compassion at all! Apart from one French idiot attempting to assasinate Dave by running him over with a pallet trolley while in Tesco, there was a woman on the cheese counter in the hyper market, who granted does not have the most interesting job in the world, but had no warmth to her at all! If th bitch had smiled, her face would have cracked!
Anyway back to our little adventure, after some diliberating, Dave and I decided to park up and have a walk around Calais, map in hand we planned to see Notre Damm (Not sure of the spelling) and generally have a mooch around the streets. So we found a place to park the car, a well lit road, plenty of other cars.... beside some houses, and on a reasonably busy road!
We walked for a few miles and eventually found a bar with an Union Jack hanging outside... The landlord of the bar was indeed English, and served us our drinks... Not allowing Dave a half pint (Which is understandable) so we spent some time there enjoying the warmth and the nice atmosphere. Eventally we decided to leave, said goodbye and made our way back to the car. One thing that the people had said in the bar was that the French in general are nasty bastards and if you are ever in trouble it is not worth calling the Frech Police as they don't care a toss about the English!
On the way back to my car, we talked about our day.... and said we should definitely do it again in the new year, maybe for a three day stay... But when I arrived at my car we found that by passenger side, back window had been smashed and all of the conents of my boot had been stolen! Not only did this include our shopping, but also my car jump kit, etc etc. They also stole Dave's can of coke from the front seat, and a packet of boiled sweets from the passenger seat back pocket!
We decided than rather than calling the police straight away, we would go to the port and find someone from P&O to tell us what we should do. Now this was a bad move, thinking that someone from P&O might actually have been given some trainning and could indeed give us an educated answer! Anyway the ape sitting checking tickets said that there were no police in the port, a bit like catching a fart in a hurricane! And told us we should get on the boat and report the crime to the police in Dover port. So we made our way onto the boat and feeling a little unsure about the advise we had been given went to the information point.... And were told by another idiot French muppet that we should have called the Police in France. Well still being in Frech waters I asked if it would be worth calling from the Ferry, to be honest I think the fact that I was breathing the same air as this French Twat was too much for her! And she said NO!
Although I could continue and give you every other gory detail of our great trip, I will not.... To cut the rest very short, we got off the ferry and I went to the Police station at the port. The English bobby did everything he could, including calling the French police, but got nothing! Although the crime had happened about an hour ago, and it would have taken them 2 minutes to issue me with a crime number, this was to difficult a task for the French police!
So after a bloody cold car journey home and getting to bed late that night, I called my insurance company. They said that my windows could be replaced and I would be charged £50 but with regards to the contents, I would have to pay the first £100 and I would loose my no claims bonus! So really, it is not really worth it. The only good thing about the whole day, is that it has taught me a valuable lesson. And the moral of the story is.......
DO NOT go to France, if you do, DO NOT trust the French! NEVER leave your car anywhere other than the Hyper Market Car Park, however safe you think it is! It doesn't matter whether you have anything in your boot, the Bastards will still break in to have a look! The French do not like English people.... They would not piss on you to put you out! And the French Police are about as good as a chocolate Coffee pot! So may this be a lesson to you..... I have been back for 2 days and I have heard a dozen storys similar to my own and in general very negative stories about the French in general!
I was pretty Neutral before, bt I now HATE the French, and their shitty country, and as far as I am concerned, every last one of the miserable bastards should be drowned! I will not be going bach there again, and if you are planning a trip to said shit whole! I would think very carefully before doing so!
The day started well, in fact it was the smoothest crossing I have ever been on, we made our way over to the Hyper Market etc etc and spent a few hours picking a few select items for ourselves and our loved ones. Before we had left for France, we had been told about a place in near Dunkurk called tobacco alley where there are over 20 tobacoo shops in one area, and thought it would be an interesting addition to our journey, but by the time we had done our mooching around the shops, we had left it too late.... So we decided we would have a look around Calais.
One thing that struck me throughout our day was a nasty feeling that we shouldn't be there, possibly because the Frecnch are such miserable bastards, with no sense of humour or any human compassion at all! Apart from one French idiot attempting to assasinate Dave by running him over with a pallet trolley while in Tesco, there was a woman on the cheese counter in the hyper market, who granted does not have the most interesting job in the world, but had no warmth to her at all! If th bitch had smiled, her face would have cracked!
Anyway back to our little adventure, after some diliberating, Dave and I decided to park up and have a walk around Calais, map in hand we planned to see Notre Damm (Not sure of the spelling) and generally have a mooch around the streets. So we found a place to park the car, a well lit road, plenty of other cars.... beside some houses, and on a reasonably busy road!
We walked for a few miles and eventually found a bar with an Union Jack hanging outside... The landlord of the bar was indeed English, and served us our drinks... Not allowing Dave a half pint (Which is understandable) so we spent some time there enjoying the warmth and the nice atmosphere. Eventally we decided to leave, said goodbye and made our way back to the car. One thing that the people had said in the bar was that the French in general are nasty bastards and if you are ever in trouble it is not worth calling the Frech Police as they don't care a toss about the English!
On the way back to my car, we talked about our day.... and said we should definitely do it again in the new year, maybe for a three day stay... But when I arrived at my car we found that by passenger side, back window had been smashed and all of the conents of my boot had been stolen! Not only did this include our shopping, but also my car jump kit, etc etc. They also stole Dave's can of coke from the front seat, and a packet of boiled sweets from the passenger seat back pocket!
We decided than rather than calling the police straight away, we would go to the port and find someone from P&O to tell us what we should do. Now this was a bad move, thinking that someone from P&O might actually have been given some trainning and could indeed give us an educated answer! Anyway the ape sitting checking tickets said that there were no police in the port, a bit like catching a fart in a hurricane! And told us we should get on the boat and report the crime to the police in Dover port. So we made our way onto the boat and feeling a little unsure about the advise we had been given went to the information point.... And were told by another idiot French muppet that we should have called the Police in France. Well still being in Frech waters I asked if it would be worth calling from the Ferry, to be honest I think the fact that I was breathing the same air as this French Twat was too much for her! And she said NO!
Although I could continue and give you every other gory detail of our great trip, I will not.... To cut the rest very short, we got off the ferry and I went to the Police station at the port. The English bobby did everything he could, including calling the French police, but got nothing! Although the crime had happened about an hour ago, and it would have taken them 2 minutes to issue me with a crime number, this was to difficult a task for the French police!
So after a bloody cold car journey home and getting to bed late that night, I called my insurance company. They said that my windows could be replaced and I would be charged £50 but with regards to the contents, I would have to pay the first £100 and I would loose my no claims bonus! So really, it is not really worth it. The only good thing about the whole day, is that it has taught me a valuable lesson. And the moral of the story is.......
DO NOT go to France, if you do, DO NOT trust the French! NEVER leave your car anywhere other than the Hyper Market Car Park, however safe you think it is! It doesn't matter whether you have anything in your boot, the Bastards will still break in to have a look! The French do not like English people.... They would not piss on you to put you out! And the French Police are about as good as a chocolate Coffee pot! So may this be a lesson to you..... I have been back for 2 days and I have heard a dozen storys similar to my own and in general very negative stories about the French in general!
I was pretty Neutral before, bt I now HATE the French, and their shitty country, and as far as I am concerned, every last one of the miserable bastards should be drowned! I will not be going bach there again, and if you are planning a trip to said shit whole! I would think very carefully before doing so!
6 Comments:
Oh yeah, as you've found out, insurance is next to useless for small claims, it's not worth it. Of course, if you'd left a £2000 notebook or something in there, then you'd be in luck. Anyway, Calais is a pikey-hole, avoid at all costs! Would like be going over there myself (but not Calais *g*) sometime at the end of the month. I'll give the French your regards!
- PC
By Anonymous, at 3:55 AM
xenophobic knob head.
By Anonymous, at 11:14 AM
Nice to see a variation of people posting.... Especially you Mr Anon who thinks I am a nob head! Are you French???? If not maybe you have the skill of reading and could maybe understand why I am a little ticked of with the French.. Not only with my recent experience, but also with many other tales from friends etc etc. So I think it is you that is the nob head. Maybe next time you could leave your name, or email address so that I can post a direct comment just as constructive as your to you directly!
By Craig, at 5:19 PM
I was busted by the French Police for going 5kmp/h over the limit, the took 300 francs off me on the spot and if i didn't have the money they would have ceased my car!! frog eating tits.
By Anonymous, at 7:08 PM
acutally you're one sad fascist cunt.
i'm french, ultra-tolerant but glad of what happened to you, you and your stupid mate deserved it all.
"you hate the french" for no reason actually, just because your shitty car was damaged.
It would be a bad idea actually to come back.
And btw, i think you're accusing some retards, the city is called Dunkerque, but you probably don't give a shit, you were just looking for booze i guess, you pricky white english middle class trash !
By Anonymous, at 3:39 AM
Amazing what we find when we type "i hate the french" on google. Amazing too that we can find nothing when we type "je hais les anglais", i think the french don't care about you.
Well, call it a coincidence, i've had my car's windows smashed the first night I spent in England. Nothing was stolen. My car is modest and it's certainly not a symbol of wealth. So i've had this 1000 pounds bill to repair it just because of its french identification number.
And it's not an isolate case: when I heard the noise I got out of the house and called assistance. While waiting for them, another group saw my car and decided to finish it. All this happened in Oxford. I really wonder why the English hate us, while we don't hate or love them.
I had to pay everything by myself, my insurance would pay for damages resulting from vandalizing.
At least what happened to you was not motivated by hatred.
By Anonymous, at 6:01 PM
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