Could have been a Briton who just got back from Adinkerke (Belgium) with loads of beer and cigarettes who was so drunk he decided to take a visit to the cemetary. It’s not important from what country they are, lets just call them scumbags.

Yes, but it’s quite important that I really have any evidence. You see, my professor says I was wrong stating in my paper the USAAF was using napalm on German industrial facilities at the highlight of the allied bombings after march 1944. I still think I’m right.

Well, agree with Kev here. It would be stupid to convert to another trainer, bearing in mind the RAF already operates the Hawk.

Sorry Phantom, mistake while translating. Something I got to remember. In dutch we say ‘races’. Four dogs you say? Well, I want to have two again (the other one died last year) because we are overrun by cats, and I really dislike cats. I want my pets dumb and well trained!

Actually, does GWB has a Jack Russel? 😀 Now I understand his attitude. Maybe I’ll get a Jack when I’m retired, old and grumpy. So I can tease the mailman.

Also, I hate poodles and yorkshire terriers. Actually I hate all small dogs, especially the ones owned by old grandma’s.

I don’t actually have problems with both the French or the Americans in general. Eventhough we sometimes disagree, I have a good friend of mine who lives in Baltimore with whom I talk a lot (he was here for a year in Belgium, I’m going to visit him next year). Same for the French. But generally spoken, the French can be very rude, especially towards tourists, and Americans can be … sorry for this word … dumb. Like asking where the “tigers” are in the Kruger NP? Sorry folks, you’re on the wrong continent :D.

Also Phantom, the French never said they didn’t want to be allies anymore. It was secretary of defence Rumsfeld who accidentelly expressed something like this. Relations will get back to normal, because both the French and Americans have one common goal: the almighty Euro/Dollar!

I think this is an individual case. We still have deep respect for the British soldiers burried in Belgium/Frabce. Each year, our teacher brought us to one of the military cemetaries around Ieper (Ypres) where we had to lay down and think about the horrors of the Great War.

Originally posted by frankvw
Ah yes, that part… where people speak a strange mix of dutch – german – french -other dialects ? 😉

Anyway, many Dutch went in the high belgian mountains! (694 metres at highest point 😉 )

True, hate it when I want to have a nice walk in the ardennes, then hearing “asjemenou, he jong, spreek ie Nederlands. Kun ie me effe de weg wijzen naar de plee! Makes me cracknut!

JAMIE OLIVER

Well my brother frequently visits that Yuppie English cook Jamie Oliver. He buys some of his vegetables directly from my brothers company in South Africa. I even have a book signed by him. Nice guy though! Always wears nice shirts :p.