Jeremy Clarkson enjoyed his visit to Canada, although he had some issues with the rental vehicle. Even if he thinks "no one in Canada ever wins on the horses, or escapes from a knife fight with their life, or has an orgasm. It is Switzerland with wheat."
When I'm faced with intransigence at a car-rental desk, what I like to do is summon up some little nugget of military history. It's never difficult. In Germany I tell them about Dresden, in France it's Agincourt, in Spain I wax lyrical about Drake, in Italy I'm spoilt for choice, and in Argentina, where I'm going next year, I shall be mentioning Goose Green.
In Canada I told the smiling girl at the Thrifty desk all about the massive superiority of General Wolfe over the pitiable Marquis de Montcalm and explained that if she didn't come up with a car — right now — I'd visit the Plains of Abraham on her desk.
It worked, and 10 minutes later I was driving through Canada . . . in a Dodge Grand Caravan . . . from a company called Thrifty. As recipes go, this is right up there with a plate of pork sausages and strawberry ice cream served in a puddle of tepid Greek urine.
H/T to Damian Penny for the URL.
Posted by Nicholas at September 5, 2007 01:07 PM
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