1 August 1997 - ON HOLIDAY
I've gone on holiday to get over my recent tragedy. I've chosen to visit a "popular European country". Let me tell you - these Europeans are a disgusting bunch.
My bus drove past a group of them gorging themselves on a pile of rotten moths, and washing each other with sour milk. I must have been visibly repulsed, because the bus driver took exception with me and started swearing in a foreign language. He said: "Le pompt! De la nein! Nanty nan-na-da!"