Unhappy coincidence? Hardcore fuckerz.

Well ,we have just returned from a weekend at the in-laws place in Brittany, NorthWest France and a superb weekend was had by all.

By all, I am referring to me. And perhaps the other half, whose Saturday evening was so good that it's contents ended up in a toilet bowl. Ah well, kids today eh? At least I wasn't expected to wake up and hold her hair.

However, the most disturbing part of the weekend was thus:

We were at an 18th birthday party on Saturday night, and in my drunken haze I saw a large shaven gentleman who I swore I recognised. The missus was cutting a rug on the dance floor, so I swayed over to investigate.

I was tactfully intercepted by what I believe was his daughter, and whilst speaking to her I pointed out that I was pretty sure I had met this guy at a previous party. She indicated that this was not the case as I had not met this part of the family before (although, worringly, they knew who I was).

I said I found this strange as I was certain I had seen thig chap before. She then said "Oh, he works in Paris, perhaps you know him from there" This was a surprise considering our distance from said city, but she may well have hit the nail on the head.

"It's possible I suppose, I have met a lot of people since working here. What exactly is it your dad does - I probably met him through work."

"He's a traffic cop"

Arse. Now that is a shitty coincidence.

Also, the hardcore fuckerz part refers to perhaps the most dogged attempt at graffiti I have ever seen. This morning, while on the high speed train back to Paris. I saw these words written on the side of a factory. Not all that special, I hear you cry - until you take note of the fact it is not is the native language, and it actually covered the entire side of the factory. I'm honestly guessing that these letters were 40 feet high. I would have taken a photo, but, as is the nature of high speed trains (except in England) we went too fast and I missed it.

However, it was incredible. It must have taken at least 5 tins of paint and an enourmous ladder. They have truly risen the bar for paint sprayers everywhere.