lols, years and years ago, I was camping at the foot of the Pyrenees and had to try and...

buy some kindling. Now, I was about 9 (not a wrathism this time, I was) so sent to the camp shop. The bloke spoke no English at all and we did everything by hand gegesters! I pointed at the BBQ outside the little shed and he pointed to wood. I shook my head and did thumbs down to the wood and put some wood on the bbq and shook my head. He said something in french, walked out the back and came back with some old wooden boxes, then smashed them up thus perfect kindling. I nodded, he nodded, gave me a high 5 and I wend back to camp with kindling to get the BBQ on the go. Men and fires. :)

Posted By: DrDublin, Jan 29, 14:19:17