You’ve done it again S.D.U. your tales of ducking and diving with a road train and your dad ordering a bottle of “ ■■■■■■ Broon” in a posh restaurant in London, had me tittering and grinning like a Cheshire cat. 
It reminded me of three brilliant lads who I had the pleasure of working with in the eighties, Tony, Ken and Jimmy.
All three of them had been doing continental work since the early seventies and Tony had worked for Allen’s Transport in Trafford Park, doing mainly Italy and France.
As Tony was coming up to his fortieth birthday, his wife had reserved a table for six, at a “posh” Italian restaurant. Tony, his wife and their four best friends were sat at their table, when the wine waiter came over and asked “what would they would like to order.” The group decided that as Tony was the only one who had ever been to Italy and after all it was his birthday, that he should select a good Italian wine.
Tony asked the waiter for two bottles of Frizzante and the waiter, looking very surprised said, “what.”
Frizzante, said Tony, it’s very popular in Italy, it has a picture of a blue elephant on the label, all the British and Dutch drivers drink it in Carisio, that’s a town between Turin and Milan, he explained to his friends.
The waiter assured Tony that he had never heard of it but he said that he would check with the manager, who was an Italian. A few minutes later the waiter, along with a snotty looking manager wearing a Penguin Suit, came over to their table and informed Tony that Frizzante, in English, meant fizzy wine. 
At the time we all thought that Frizzante was a great wine for less than £1 a bottle. It must have been good because they sold crates of it in Carisio.
Come to think of it, I don’t think that it had a cork and instead, had a steel cap and it came in what looked like the old, plain, British sterilized milk bottles.
And then I remembered this thread.
