Well we made it. Al and Marie's place was absolutely fantastic but moving aside, the lovely and I mean lovely hosts took us to Le Nautil (fantastic bar owned by Bruno) ( crap pool player, ha, ha.) We had a fabulous time playing pool and drinking fabulous French wine/spirits/beers. The tab was great as well but we won't mention that unless Bruno catches on, ha, ha.
The night went swimmingly with Al winning the anglo UK/French pool championships, and yet again proving the Brits were better than the French at table sports. He did have the help of Big Jock who couldn't hit a bulls arse with a banjo but seemingly had mastered the means of potting the right balls - well done Al.
The end of the night culminated in the boys having a fantastic scran cooked by the best Pusser's chef this side of the Bay of Biscay. Al it was delicious xx.
Big Jock, Marie and Al sank a few Malt whiskey's on a sun downers before bed, but Al was not tempted by the offer of a single bed in Big Jock's twin room, ha, ha. Why? Snoring, hairy chest, farting, again we question why Marie?
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