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FRANCE 2007 |
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While France may be seen by most people as as useful as a pair of sunglasses on a bloke with one ear, there is one thing that the country does have going for it - extremely cheap alcohol, and warehouses full of the stuff. With this in mind, McCarthy joined Neil Kane, Ryan Chapman and Andy Blake for a fun-filled trip to the continent and the alcohol-heaven that is Calais |
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| Unfortunately, a cock up in leaving times means we are late to check in. During the journey, Kane supplies copious amounts of Haribo in an attempt to make us sick on the boat | The white cliffs of Dover and immigration control, ensuring that Britain's borders are protected from all those nasty immigrants, including the mysterious "Youseff Patel", who we claimed was in the boot of Chapman's car |
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| This fine vessel was full of able seamen | We could only hope one of us would contract bird flu |
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| These mens mannerisms suggested that they did not have valid passports | We are in France, and only die on nearly 4 occasions as Chapman gets to grips with the homosexual continental road system |
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| Kane and McCarthy did their best to blend in with the locals by wearing traditional French outfits | We had the full intention of returning this loaf, purchased from Asda in Brighton, to its home country |
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| These slums prove what a backwards race the French are | The first shop we visit is more of a supermarket, which is a let down as the beer is not as discounted as we would like |
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| Joy turns to confussion, as Kane manages to rip the top off of this hat, which after initial debate was re-classified as a Scottish golfing hat as opposed to a French beret | Heaven on Earth - we find the first alcohol warehouse, and these industrial sized trolleys used to transport your purchases |
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| We move onto a second warehouse, called Eastenders, where all manner of alcohol is purchased | Halfway through our shop, and then the question arose - how much could we legally take back into Britain, and would it all fit in the boot? We take a risk on not getting stopped |
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| In order to minimalise our chances of getting stopped, McCarthy, Kane and Blake devour a crate of 24 French beers on the way home | Back in England, and we are through customs - with £200 of beer, but minus McCarthys coat and door keys, which to this day remain lost |