They’re up to something!!
Not content with being the proud owners of the worlds most difficult language to master completely, not happy with having no logic in their language (une bite?) unable to have a president unless he’s named after an airport, there is something deeply sinister about the French in general.
I accept that their education system is outwith the comprehension of the average Anglo Saxon and that their system of work is designed to hinder rather than help.
I embrace the fact that the national sport, and the iconic annual sporting event known as the Tour de France hasn’t been won by a Frenchie for many a year, and that their only real recent star, Richard Virenque who is a confirmed druggie, still works on the telly.
I know that the banking system is as flexible as a lead pipe.
I can see that they prefer to go on strike rather than talking to people to resolve problems.
I understand and accept and in fact love all of this and adore my adopted nation, but yet, notwithstanding all of the previous, there is the malevolent undertone that runs through the French psyche, where they all seem to have a false name, the entire nation appears to live under a nom de plume.
“Hello, my name is Chris, what’s yours?’ And this is where it gets interesting …
“I call myself Jean Luc.”
I call myself? Hmmm, but what is his real name?
They’re up to something.