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| What on earth are you lot trying to do? Don’t you think you are overreacting a little tiny bit here? |
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| Talk,
Madame X,
14 January 1999 | |
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Just came back from holidays. Lovely holidays by the way, thanks. Sunshine beach quietness
perfect without the journey there and back
.My god !What a trip ! That feeling of excitement I had from escaping from rosbifland for a week vanished in a sec. Quietly checking in at Gatwick I suddenly sensed that something was about to happen and lordy-lord was I right! Two herds of school-trip teenage girls dashed in to book their flight
the same flight as me you bet.
I understand now where that considerable heap of thickness that English girls have stuck in their heads. Well I have been thinking for years that it was something that would suddenly come out in pubs or when surrounded by lads but au contraire. It is actually in their genes. They apparently start the process very early on in their lives, building up over the years a (tremendous for some) amount of stupidity and dumbness. By watching them for two hours giggling, checking the quality of their nail varnish and heavy make up, showing off their Ricky Martins CDs and trying to cope with the high pitched level of their voices, I couldn’t stop myself thinking: ‘oops
where is my brain?’
Anyway , that’s one of these rostbif mysteries partly answered.
To come back to my main point, all I got close to in terms of the news-front on holidays was that the clock would go back on Saturday night. So first thing I do when I get back is to check what entertainment delights the BBC has tastefully chosen for us to enjoy this week. And whaaaat? rosbifland is trying to start to rebel against the French? How can they dare raising their rosbif voices at us because we don’t want any of their mad cowed food ? Quite right too! I would not ask Hitler to have any of it. And now they (I mean the rosbif) declare that they are going to ban all French food from the shops . Yeah right
What would you little greedy English people do without our croissants and our French wine and our Brie and our damn good Volvic water. For God‘s sake who is behind the sautees potatoes, the gratin, the casserole, the tarte tatin or the chicken chasseur? Not the Pope, obviously
I just cannot believe that you people still think you can stand against the French grandeur. Especially after what happened on Sunday in rugby
My god was it brilliant. Nobody can deny it. Even that arse Johnny something from morning TV said he started liking the French. Of course: everybody should! And one day everybody will obey and submit to the French power.
You cannot survive without us. You would not communicate without us. If you want to be clever and do a proper ban then you will have to ban the French words from your language too. Now that’s going to be hard for certain people
the posh ones, the ones who actually favour the idea of resisting the French
how are they to impress in society without using the traditional deja vus or au contraires or de rigueurs to try and convince their fellows that they got more than a D at GCSE?
We will not have any of your beef infesting our healthy bodies, even under threat. Just don’t push it too hard mates
. You know what happened to the royalty during the revolution, don’t you ?
We are the champions. End of the conversation. No arguments. Zip it.
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