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05 September 2003 - 10:22 Feck Feck Feckity Feck! OK...so I made it to the UK...my damn luggage did not - and as I'm about to head out to Cardiff to party with the dirty Welsh, it appears as though I have nothing but the shirt on my back to wear. Fecking Feckers. Having called Air France a gazillion times, they appear to be completely disinterested in my plight and appear to be unable to converse with themselves on any reasonable level let alone me. Must admit, speaking to them in french with a slight Quebecois accent seemed to annoy them. Especially when you use quebecisms. Small comfort. Upshot is that I have to now head into London to go buy new clothes at EXORBITANT prices. Feck feckity feck. Still....I'm on vacation.
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