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On the Road Again 18#

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I was still compos mentis - my arms and legs were working but there was an acrid smell of burning facial hair. I could vaguely make out Manon’s consternation through the smoke and Allegra’s wide staring eyes.
The father was dressing down his son in machine gun French;
‘Zut alors, merde tu es idiot.. hooligan.... arêtes ces farces stupides’
I sat there stunned, the stub of the Gitane splayed like a peeled banana.
I had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker - the son had offered me an exploding cigarette, proving the French can be just as perfidious as the British.

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    Fascinated to see how the ‘Categories’ have changed across this great series so far Steve. The exploding Gitane reminds me of Ellisdon’s (I think) of High Holborn, who sold joke stuff like that way back when (probably when you guys were on the road). Really enjoying this. Hope it’s true and not just Allegory.

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    Steve McBrevity over 1 year ago

    It’s all true with my irrepressible exaggeration thrown in. Manon is true but in my imagination if that makes sense.

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    Neville Hunt over 1 year ago

    Knowing you Steve, it makes perfect sense! Dream on... 🤪

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    Drew Martyn over 1 year ago

    Lol, I like that kid!

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