I was on this trip to France with my school and me and my pals were walking along the street. He was standing on his little box outside the church shouting about repenting and **** (in English for some strange reason, although the town was mostly a haven for holiday makers), then he saw me and some of my obviously un-religious friends and pointed us out. I was slightly less intoxicated than my friends and happened to be carrying a very large, very sharp knife. So I pushed him off his box and against a wall, whipped out my knife and held it infront of his face then said something......I'm not actually sure what, but whatever it was, he seemed to take offence and started ranting. The rest of the evening is somewhat of a blur althought I do seem to remember a cat being involved somewhere along the way.
Gotta love school trips.
Anyway, back on topic..........
