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Aint no British drivers i get of the ferry with then. They all seem to fanny about at thirty miles an hour with no idea what lane they should be in. I swear i have disspared so much in the past that i have eaten my own steering wheel waiting for someone to decide if he is going to Dunkerque or not, straddling the white line and driving at walking pace while his missus barks directions from the passenger seat.
And, while i'm at it, whats this sudden craze of driving onto ferrys with your hazzard lights on? Who started that?
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