Overheard at the LFGSS golf club bar

We didn't have a toilet until mum and dad built their little house over there. We used to have to piss and shit around the back of my grandparents house next to the chicken coop. Newspaper on a nail for bog paper. It was quite the culture shock for a city kid.

Galicia in the 70s was like the middle fucking ages, man.

Did your parents spend all their money on avocado toast and lattes? My dad worked in a factory in Germany and we travelled all over the place, US, Brazil, camper van trips all over Europe from the North Cape to Turkey, Uk, Ireland etc and skiing in the Alps most winters.

This is all a bit one true yorkshireman

I'd go back to school in September, tanned and wearing weird Spanish trainers, and tell my classmates all this shit and they wouldn't believe a word of it.

[gc]We used to have a cottage on the coast where we would spend our summers.

[reality]It was a 2-room former potato shed that was so small we had to sleep in a tent outside. Dry toilet in the garden (that I had to dig a hole in the field to empty), no electricity, one outside cold water tap. All very Angela's Ashes.

Luxury!

I can book Business seats, thank fuck

My first trip abroad (the whole family's ) was 1971. My dad decided to lose his travel cherry on a two week camping road trip taking in France, Italy and Switzerland. I was just 6 and we camped (we weren't a caping family either!) 2 adults and 3 kids in the Vauxhall. Frequent stops because of the car overheating, but rose tinted spectacles of long tree lined european roads, orangina and coke in glass bottles, hot weather at outdoor pools and drving though alpine mountain passes.

we travelled all over the place

I was literally living the dream.

This could get me in here, but I’ll share a conversation I’ve just had with a neighbour while on a dog walk.
I wished them good luck for tomorrow on their month long European tour in their camper (70 plate merc), as I’d seen it up on ramps in the drive.
But “no we are taking the big one, you know the one with the garage on the side? Not the one for the race bikes, as we’re talking the Lotus with us. And we’re not going until Saturday as I had forgotten I’ve got another helicopter lesson Friday morning”
He’s a builder FFS!

He’s a builder FFS!

Tradies make all the money over here.

I’m guessing the VAT covers the helicopter lessons.

I think he specialises in listed builds, so I think he get to just print his own money.

As a parent now, I would love to send my kids somewhere for a monthZ

Is he landing in a field soon?

You can't send them here, soz.

OK not overheard here but I rode home via Richmond Park this morning and then through the car park of the Coombe Hill Golf Club which is housed in what looks like a very exclusive estate.

I saw one of these right in front of the clubhouse, you know the area that has spaces marked with shit like 'Club Captain only'.

Not only are they enormous and enormously ugly but this had a vanity plate '7000 RR' which must have cost a pretty penny.

Controversially I like them as luxury cars go.

They have that daimler limousine spirit.

I like them as luxury cars go

They have that daimler limousine spirit.

Huh, the front half initially reminded me of the Chrysler 300.

Hideous

The bastard son from a threesome between a Range Rover, a 300c and a London taxi.

The Rolls Royce SUV is quite possibly the ugliest car I have ever seen.