Merde Actually

Shiden · Laie Anmeldungsdatum: 08.02.2009 Beiträge: 8 Wohnort: Graz

by Stephen Clarke

Backprint:
A year after arriving in France, Englishman Paul West is still struggling with some fundamental questions:
What is the best way to scare a gendarme?
Why are there no health warnings on French nudist beaches?
And is it really polite to sleep with your boss's mistress?

Paul opens his English tea room and mutates (temporaly) into a Parisian waiter; samples the pleasure of typically French hotel-room afternoons; and, on a return vist to the UK, sees the full horror of a Britisch office party through Parisian eyes.

Meanwhile, he continues his search for the perfect French mademoiselle. But will Paul find l'amour éternel, or will it all end in merde?

First few lines:

"Florence and I were sitting forty kilometres south of Limoges, in Corrèze, almost exactly in the centre of France. If you staked a man out Da Vinci-style on a map of the country, with his right hand in Brittany, hist left in Strasbourg, and his feet in Biarriz and Monaco, then Corrèze would be the small patch where he'd wet himself.
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Merde Actually