I love the French. Their selfless dedication to culture is amazing. Their staunch rejecion of those bastuard AnglewSaxle marketeers is exhilirating.
Rowan Atkinson summed up the French well with Richard Curtis & Howard Goodall's lyrics in his Live in Belfast performance. "We offered kindly to donate them Calais And all they gave us back was the bidet And now they won't let us go on holiday They bottle bath-water and call it Perrier They eat poor froggie's legs then throw the rest away They even like the look of Johnny Holliday They eat raw garlic and invented croquet They think the height of chic is John Paul Gautier They all wear berets and they're all called Jacques, They even steal from us the words they lack Le weekend, Le Camping and cul de sac They claim their films are the best we've ever had Well I suppose Emmannuelle wasn't bad All their songs sound more or less the same La la la la la la la la.........je t'aime Charles Aznavour is always so depressed Wouldn't you be if oui oui meant yes? Sacha Distel has raindrops falling on his head I wonder if Jean Paul Sartre knows he is dead What I resent is that they're so good in bed They bake their bread in such a naughty shape They brag about their wine and worship the grape They criticise our food but then they eat crepe And now they started coming here in droves French cigarettes, French letters and French clothes I'm sick and tired of eating all this brie A day trip to Boulougne is fine by me And I\'ll be buggered if I go to gay Paris. They're pretty cocky 'bout their games in the dark They think with girls they light a special spark But look what the bastards did to Joan of Arc"
IF we got on with the French, then we'd have to look elsewhere to focus our ill feeling. Wales and Scotland are too boring. I think it works well the way it is.