Atlantic Crossing

Having toured the breweries of Frankfurt, the Major and I boarded an airship for America. After the Majors disastrous attempts at making cocktails to impress the waiters and several bottles of schnapps we retired to our cabins and awoke several days later in an American hospital, our clothes burnt beyond recognition. I admonished the Major for such a poor choice of transport and reminded myself never to take the Hindenburg again.

Belgian Waffle

Belgians are just Frenchmen pretending to be German. I wish they'd make more effort when learning the Kings English. One particular fellow, Arnaud had resided in the Congo for many years and had gone quite native and, as the Major remarked, quite mad as well. The final straw came when he cannibalized his wife following a minor tiff over what hat to wear to the Belgian Ladies Butterfly Club. They only found her hat and about twenty Butterflies.  A tragedy as the club closed soon  thereafter, although I must say Arnauds wife did have the most annoying laugh. As for Arnaud he was rumoured to have fled into the highlands where he was last seen wrestling with Gorillas. The butterflies were collected by the Major and presented to the Natural History Museum in London and put on display during a special exhibition named 'Great British Discoveries'.