Thursday, June 21, 2007
Floreat Latvia
Good news from Latvia, a fine, proud nation, whose capital, Riga, has fallen prey to hordes of our least desirable male exports, indulging in the ghastly practice of the 'stag weekend'. Appalled by all this, the Latvians are taking action. And note that they are addressing this campaign to themselves, not adopting the whingeing victim posture that another city might - Liverpool, say (tho on the streets of that fair city no one would notice an invasion of rampaging stag weekenders...)
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"It’s difficult to reach foreign tourists, because we’d have to run a campaign in a number of countries, so we should start with ourselves,’ Kozlovskis added."
ReplyDeleteJust start spreading the news that Latvian prisoners just love to sodomize foreign male tourists who happen to get locked up for public drunkenness.
Good thinking, Duck - it worked for Turkey.
ReplyDeleteLove this line: "I’m ashamed of what they think of us in the West. I’d tell all our girls to keep their self-respect: it’s much better to buy your own cocktail" - this from someone called Skarule from MTV Latvia. I'd have assumed if they could buy their own cocktails they wouldn't be having sex with strangers in exchange for them. What in these cocktails anyway?
ReplyDelete'What in these cocktails anyway?'
ReplyDeleteI don't know but I'll tell you when I get back.
innit bloody marvelous?! find a town where the booze is cheap and the women turn out to be beautiful anyway.
ReplyDeleteOne of the great Cold War myths was that Eastern European women were all grizzled moustachioed shot-putters.
ReplyDeleteTurns out every former Soviet town is Babe City, and they haven't even invented feminism. Trying to stop our lads heading out there in leery, cheap lager-fuelled droves is like trying to tell a Premiership footballer to stick to brainy brunettes.
Brit, I heard that they do have some standards. No men over 30.
ReplyDeleteis that centimetres? damn!
ReplyDeleteI'd offer to hold the fort for you all while you're away, but imagine that I am speaking to an empty room.
ReplyDeleteI say Bryan, that's a bit of an unnecessary side swipe at the poor old Scousers. Salt of the earth types and all that. Where would our great nation be without the likes of Tarby, Sir Terry Leahy and Lily Savage? The shell suit industry would be on its knees. Steady on old chap.
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