Poles apart / too close for comfort.

Once upon a time, not so very long ago, it was the case that if you went on holiday in Europe, the Brits did most of their complaining about the Germans. Well, I'm sad to announce that things have changed.
This hotel and, seemingly the whole of the Med [according to one of the holiday reps I spoke to] is full to the brim with Polish persons.
At least with the Germans you knew what you were getting. They were loudish, wore speedos that were two sizes to small and had huge moustaches [ not to mention the sunbed thing] but at least you knew where you were with them.
The Poles, on the other hand........ This will be my last holiday in Europe. Loud, over or under dressed; never just right, and for a nation who had absolutely fukin nothing in the shops, have failed to grasp / remember the art of queuing.
This must be the first time in the history of the two nations that the Brits and the Bosch have sided together.
I get the impression that Stalin spent all the years that the Poles were subjugated, breeding them to look like Popeye; huge big fukin elbows! When it comes to "pushing in" the Poles act like they're breaking a barricade and their table manners [there will be another post about table manners tomorrow] are the worst!
If any of you have read A Short History of Tractors in Ukraine, it paints a perfect picture of the way Eastern European women dress and why. To say that it looks like a prostitutes convention would be a bit of an understatement.
Then there is the dentistry..........