It's got no WHAT???!!!!111!!11one

We drove up from Toronto towards Montreal yesterday and today, staying overnight in Ottowa with Jodi, Andrea's sister. After getting to the wedding venue (well, the hotel, which is a coach ride from the venue itself) we decided to get some KFC greasiness inside us before hitting the hotel bar for a good afternoon's warming up. Of course KFC isn't KFC this side of the "border". Like the way they couldn't just call it MTB and had to come up with Velo Toutes Terrains (cuningly shortened to VTT) KFC here is PKF, wbhich I assume to be short for Poulet Kentucky Frite, although Petty Kunting French would be more like it, frankly. We had no cash so went to the local corner shop, coz they all have cashpoints in here, but it only had 20 C$ left in it so we had that. Luckilly a bucket of chicken was only 15.95. All greased up, we returned to the hotel. By this time it was a pretty respectable 5pm so I was a little surprised to see the bar unmanned, perhaps the indonesian slaveboy that they surely had working there 25 hours a day was serving cocktails by the pool. We sidled up to the reception and I volunteered Bubble to do the whole french speaky thing. I listened in horror, not needing her to translate for me that the hotel bar was only open for functions.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

BUT WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT?!

What a bunch of parochial (french) bastard sons of other french bastards

Luckily (unlike in Ontario) at elast they sell beer in supermarkets here so we quickly shot off to the IGA (local Tescos type thing) and scored some beer. On the upside internet is 6 C$ (about 20p) for 24 hours, so I'm drinking beer and amazing myself at how cheap fast cars are here (S2000 = 50k C$, about 10K cheaper than Belguim, the bastards)

Bomber out