Those Gauls are crazy!!!

I like a party as much as the next man - unless that man's name is Yassin. I met Yass for the first time about 15 years ago, I met him again this weekend and I think he has been partying ever since our first encounter. meet yass

Yassin is a crazy Gaul. I just spent the last weekend with about 15 crazy Gauls and Richard my yorkshireman friend who lives in France and, to quote same, we 'made ourselves 'ave it!' It was not weekend for the faint hearted or the amateur party animal Only those with a blithe disregard for their own safety and sanity were welcome - I passed - just.The man in the picture (msr Frou Frou) passed easily.

I wont go into the seedier details suffice it to say that it was the Tempo Latino festival in Vic Fezensac a small rural town which annually plays host to this orgy or drinking and merriment thinly disguised as a latin music festival. There was latin music - but there was also Pernod for breakfast 6 hours sleep over two nights and men in binkinis at the public swimmng pool (the sane patrons saw the funny side and actually applauded when we arrived).

Lunch on day two was something - well quite something actually - perhaps assisted by my party muddled brain and the fact that I don't speak very good French it was like having lunch in an Hieronimous Bosch (sorry about spelling but you know who I mean) painting. Luckily my fellow demons were friendly and the bull stew was delicious washed down with neat Almanac!


Well after lunch we went to the pool with the orchestrator of the whole debauchery (who n fact is a serving French Policewoman!) and so it went on. A fabulous weekend of revelry French style, lets see how the Basques shape up