This is what passes for culture in continental (incontinental?) Europea.The Twin of Evil No.1 nearly hawked her lungs up laughing at this, having already spluttered her way through a pint of 11% Trappiste Ale. Clearly it wasn't a matter of a vow of silence after a few jars of that mentalising brew, more a matter of being unable to form recognisable words.
Or, as Twin 1 put it, "Nerrnerrarr..................pfffffttttt......stoosh.....stoooooosh........unpahahaaaa............stoosh......................nop."
Nop! say I too.
I can't wait to be back amongst the home comforts of Club Derrig with it's beer so lovingly watered by Mr.T.
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