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(Daily Mail)   'We get visitors from all over: Russia, Holland and Scandinavia. But the British are the biggest group, and they behave the worst,' said another passer-by. 'They drink and drink until they lose their minds.'   (dailymail.co.uk) divider line 11
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2013-07-19 08:28:23 PM
2 votes:
Wah, we built an industry around late night partying and now we're offended by the late night partiers.

/don't like it? Change the laws and close the clubs earlier
2013-07-20 08:57:32 AM
1 votes:
My eyes filled with tears of pride reading that article.

Still got it, by God. We've still got it.
2013-07-20 12:21:44 AM
1 votes:
I really can't see the point of travelling great distances to go on holiday, if you're going to spend half your time  drunk or hungover. Maybe it's the fact that I'm a Kiwi and NZ is so remote that making it to another country is an accomplishment in itself, but I want new experiences when I'm on holiday. I can get shiatfaced well enough at home.
2013-07-19 10:15:24 PM
1 votes:

orangehat: From the article:

His girlfriend, Lucy Clayton, added: 'We're getting drunk next to a mosque. That might seem disrespectful. But if people don't want that to happen they shouldn't make this a tourist resort, should they?'

She's definitely an ambassador for her country.


She seems to have the same attitude and complete lack of understanding that a lot of people have in this thread. They have the attitude of "If they sell alcohol I can act like a total ass, and if they don't like it don't sell alcohol." And they completely miss the point that they don't care if you come to drink, it is you acting like beligerant assholes that they have a problem with. And no, because they sell alcohol or have a party resort doesn't mean they shoulld accept people acting like assholes.
2013-07-19 10:11:46 PM
1 votes:
So Europe has their own version of Tijuana?
2013-07-19 10:04:16 PM
1 votes:
If it's any consolation - they're not better-behaved at home

/been to Leeds on a friday night.
2013-07-19 09:59:35 PM
1 votes:
The drunken British contingent seems to change locations every few years. Don't worry, folks, in 3 or 4 years, they'll be off spending their money and puking all over Croatia or somewhere.
2013-07-19 09:40:17 PM
1 votes:
If you visit America, you won't get into a "punch up".  You may be shot, though.
2013-07-19 09:37:08 PM
1 votes:
We conquered the entire goddamned world sailing in wooden bathtubs and wearing wool, biatches. What makes you think Brits are inoffensive, even tempered and inclined toward temperance? Don't like it? Don't serve booze or don't cater to  English speakers.

But you're looking at a race of people that  conquered the known world. Expect trouble, nod and smile, and be grateful for the trade, weaklings.
2013-07-19 09:13:30 PM
1 votes:

MurphyMurphy: Wah, we built an industry around late night partying and now we're offended by the late night partiers.

/don't like it? Change the laws and close the clubs earlier


The article says that most bars and clubs shut down at midnight which, in my experience, is generally when the party just starts ramping up.

It just seems like this is a slight variation of the Greater Internet Farkwad Theory, where people assume that just because they aren't in their hometown (or home country) they can behave like raging dipshiats.
2013-07-19 08:05:53 PM
1 votes:
What's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Boventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, bomplaining about the tea - 'Oh they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home' - and stopping at Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamaris and two veg and sitting in their cotton frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh 'cos they 'overdid it on the first day.'
And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Bontinentales with their modern international luxury roomettes and draught Red Barrel and swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners.
And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhoea trying to pick up hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman Ruins to buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleeding Watney's Red Barrel and one evening you visit the so called typical restaurant with local colour and atmosphere and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing 'Torremolinos, torremolinos' and complaining about the food - 'It's so greasy here, isn't it?' - and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express and he drones on and on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up over the Cuba Libres.
And sending tinted postcards of places they don't realise they haven't even visited to 'All at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an 'X'.
Food very greasy but we've found a charming little local place hidden away in the back streets where they serve Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion.......
 
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