No, that goes to the police in the fucking airport, which wouldn't let me through the X-ray check to the departure lounge, because I was flying to Warsaw then London, and not directly to London. The fuckers were armed, which was how they kept me outside, standing round like a fucking cunt until the check in desk officially opened.
Welcome to the 20th century, you cock-biting fucktards!
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I'm very surprised by the number of guns in Poland.
The armed airport X-ray scanner security being one (the logic for which I still cannot see, nomatter how dementedly I try). The other that shocked me was Securicor delivery people (or whatever the Polish equivalent was), filling up cash machines - had one armed guard watching the other guard fill the machine.
Made me feel deeply uneasy.
Good, cheap beer and food though.
Re your vodka extravaganza.
May I recommend that you never ever try something known as yorsh.
I was introduced to this concoction by a Russian pisshead, a journalist from Tass in about 1993.
All it is is a shot of vodka in a pint glass, topped up, in this c*ntry at least, with any old piss such as Courage Best or Watneys Red Barrel.
We spent an evening on this stuff in some godawful pub in Cuntish Town, at the end of which the floor was undulating like a trawler deck and I could scarcely see to the other side of the room.
Yorsh? It's a spiny fish. The idea being that it goes down smoothly but when it comes back up - which it will - the spines get lodged in the gullet.
Do not try this one either at home or abroad.
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