Time for another monthly stint with my job working down in the South of France

(can't complain for the weather and all) but everytime I drive down here its like running the gauntlet of death.

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Firstly the really, really bad news I always get a Citreon C3 hire car everytime I tick the box for medium/compact

- WHY? Its like a jacked up pram with the handling to match.

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The car behind me always hooks itself up like a caravan, so much so I can see what the people look like in the back of the car and the geezer in the red t-shirt is Jean-Pierre as I can read his name label sewn into the back of it.

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When you come to exit the motorway I filter in nice and sensible and right at the Apex point you get three of the gits pull in front of you.

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.Oh, apparently this is acceptable as they had their indicators on.

Which surprises me as I didn't think French electrics work??.

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There are even Barry's here too! On the way back to the company flat I was behind Claude Le Barry in his clapped out Calibra

- with big boy bodykit that was designed by Lego and manufactured in Stickle Bricks.

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.He thought he was super cool

listerning to Jeour Le Taxi probably on an imported Goodmans Deck from Le Dixons.

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Oh and you have to adopt super french driving skills here too

which is overtake, overtake and yes overtake! It can be as dangerous and as stupid as you like, but I am french and I have to be in front of you Monseiur as I have onions to attend to or something

When I get back to Gatwick on a Friday and do the M25.

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.I think this is actually a sane place in which to be driving.

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.oh well, at least in a months time I get to drive.

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.oh yes another Citreon

(Lemon) C3
