Stung by the recent case of a British couple winning compensation from their tour operator because the hotel they were sent to was full of Germans (and decades of lazy gags from British end-of-the-pier comics) the mighty German nation has risen up to complain that Brits on holiday are a bit of a nuisance.
Bild reports this morning the shock news that many British holidaymakers cluster in the same kind of places that Germans favour, and that when on holiday Britons, like Germans, have a tendency to act like asses.
Which is why I keep telling people that holidays are not only bad for the environment and bad for your personal economy, they're bad for your mind. Even the best of us will be tempted to put on a straw hat and act like a cock after their bloodstreams have been compromised by the judicious admixture of an excess of San Miguel.
OK, it's not absolutely certain that you'll lose your bags, catch a fatal bout of food poisoning or be unjustly banged up in a foreign jail while you're on holiday. But you might. Why would any sane person risk it?
Holidays aren't economical, there's not exactly ecological, and they're not guaranteed to be all that much fun. There's only one way a holiday can go right (the flannel in the brochure) and hundreds of different ways that the holiday can go wrong (the flannel in my book)
With travel tips, handy warnings, and lists of great stuff you can only do at home Sod Abroad will help you kick the holiday habit.
Instead, why don't you just spend a lovely fortnight on your sofa, in your own comfy home, watching your own telly and eating food you can actually pronounce.
Who knows? If there's nothing on telly you can even read a book....
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