Now I slag of
I was here for the election of Sarkozy in 2007. Picture the scene... I’d been sitting quietly in a bar with my local agent.
The locals were quietly watching a soccer match on the television, nursing small glasses of wine, emitting garlic and making an occasional lack lustre “honh honh”.
The sons of Charlemagne greeted this news calmly and got back to the match.
After the match was over (God knows who won, but they didn’t seem too bothered either way – a bit like their attitude during world war two), they quietly filed out of the bar. It was getting late…
Within 5 minutes they’d started a riot and within 30 minutes the police were chucking out tear gas grenades like it was a Gallic Halabja.
My agent, who for reasons best left was dressed like General Patton, inhaled a good deal of the gas and couldn’t eat or drink for about 24 hours.
But I reckon they would have rioted even if Royal would have got in. It's just in their nature and the entire incident demonstrated to me that the country is just not ready for democracy yet.
However, there are some really great things about
Let’s face it, the country is beautiful. Really beautiful (excepting
As a stranger in a cafe in a country village, people entering will shake your hand and say ‘bonjour’ before joining their mates. They have a sense of courtesy that is very rare in
They’re not afraid to utterly knack any Third Worldsters who get too uppity which, when you look at our government’s reaction to the detention of British sailors and marines by
(Incidentally, I note that the goggle-eyed freak’s reaction to
And then of course there’s this...
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