We'll always have Paris mycroft
lol
I once took Acid with a good mate of mine called Jimmy Benham, he was a Scientist at Harwell and we ended up in Pangbourne strangely enough... anyway he needed a wazz and he went to the toilet opposite the Pangbourne Garage our new member works at.
Anyway, Jimmy was gone a long time.
Earlier we'd bought all the champagne we could find in Pangbourne (there were 6 of us in all) and we'd been chucked out of the Park by the river near the toll bridge for firing the bottles off at passing boats, jumping in the river and clambering up the bridge and being frankly a fucking nightmare, we tried at one point to Pirate a boat of passing tourists, the filf were called we promised to stop being a fucking nuisance.
Jimmy still hadn't returned from his journey to the little shed in the middle of the town.
So I set off, pissed, stoned, soaking wet and dangerously wayward to find him.
Somehow I managed to get to the little shit-house in the town and found him.
The fucker refused to leave, just refused.
His excuse?
He said that the train had not arrived in Paris yet and there was no point in getting off.
To illustrate this he stood at the door of the little shit-house in the town and shouted to the poor souls parking their cars nearby...
Bonjour! Est ce Paris?
To the bewilderment of all...
SEE! he said to me. IT'S NOT FUCKING PARIS!
He stayed until the toilets were locked and as he left the little shithouse in the town said to the key-holder.
"This train's fucked!"
Sadly Jimmy is no more.
He got arrested once for trying to drive a tank (a fucking real one he'd bought) down the Newbury High Street, Saturday afternoon, painted with Swastikas and playing German marching music.
God bless him.