1. 14 of us, sat quietly at hotel dinner table in Morzine, indulging in intellectual discourse. You know the sort of thing - "Snowslave, read any interesting reviews of Kafka recently, wot wot"? "No I haven't Binners, got any good colouring books I could borrow?", etc etc...
2. Hotel owner wheels in goat on casters.
3. About 50 french OAPs who are also in the dining room start singing and chanting like footie hooligans.
4. One of them is dragged under the goat and made to lie on his back, and gets a milky (but it is NOT milk) substance fired in his face.
5. This is repeated for a while. We look on with mild amused expressions. Fer ****'s sake, we're trying to have a civilised conversation here. They're actually singing and it's just like that bit at the end of Zulu before the final battle. We have no response to this, so carry on with our pot noodles.
6. Then they turn on us......
Just wondering, like, has anyone else had this experience?
