Previously published as Eurotripping, Tossers and Arseblowers
is a tour of twenty-first century Europe in all its bottom-blowing, goat-tossing, oil-wrestling glory.
Not all Spaniards are Goat Tossers, not all Frenchmen are Arse Blowers, and not all Portuguese are Penis Cake Eaters. But JR Daeschner knows quite a few who are.
In Tossers and Arseblowers
, he picks up where he left off with True Brits and crosses the Channel in search of Europe's most surreal traditions. From the far west of Ireland to the Continental divide in Istanbul, he ventures where few foreigners have gone before, witnessing spectacles such as the Baby Jumping Festival and the Rigor Mortis Procession in Spain, Snake Handling and Fire Dancing in Greece, Cow Fighting in Switzerland and the celebrations in honour of England's patron saint in the heart of the EU.
Along the way, he's inducted into the Order of the Priceless Sardine and catches countless characters in action, including a German detective turned 'love spy', the last of the Irish matchmakers, a Sicilian coprophile and a gay Turkish 'Bear'.
Whether it's the furore over the camp following for Oil Wrestling in Turkey or the controversy surrounding the Dutch 'Santa' and his black sidekick, Daeschner finds that these centuries-old events reveal surprising insights into our Continental neighbours.Author Profile
Raised on a ranch in Colorado, J. R. worked for the New York Times after university, then on Fleet Street and Wall Street, with stints in Mexico and Peru before settling in Britain. Now 34, he has lived in the UK for the past decade. His work has been published on both sides of the Atlantic, including The Times and the International Herald Tribune. His last book was True Brits
, also published by Arrow.Reviews
If you've ever thought our cousins on mainland Europe were a quirky group, then this hilarious group will further reinforce that opinion...A cult classic in the making!,A funny and fresh read, this is also very insightful - who would have thought that our neighbours on the continent were so wacky?