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Paris: the most romantic city in the world

an advertisement on behalf of the Parisian tourist board

Bonjour Rosbifs!

For years you 'ave thought of us frenchy-types the arrogant eater of the legs of the frogs. And we in turn dislike you and the language you share with those uncultured philistins across the Atlantique.

But even though we 'ate your stupid words, your bland cuisine and your bald arm-pitted women we want you to come to Paris to spend some of the money you make from that disgusting anglo-saxon capitalism system you 'ave.

C'est simple really: you may think we get enough out of you already, what with your lean and productive low tax culture propping up our plump and over-subsidised protectionist racquet through the EU, but non - non non non - mon new amie, we need more.

In return, in addition to the traditional Paris welcome of merde weather, rude locals, amphetamine addicted taxi drivers and over-priced toasted cheese sandwiches you will be welcomed by a nocturnal street barbeque!

Come to Paris, it's a riot!




Grußeroberer!

Wieviele Jahre wünschen Sie diese mal bleiben?

Ist der netter Herr Hitler mit Ihnen?

Und wo wünschen Sie uns die Juden zu laden?


Honestly, the minute Chris is trapped at gunpoint in a former Soviet state, you're at the throats of all of Europe....


Interestingly, one of my last assignments in my current role will be to glad-rag some European policy mandarins as part of Britain's leadership of the EU.

So really I'm just warming up.

So that's the Frogs and the Hun done, now how about the Wops and the Dagoes?

Heard the one about the new Italian battle standard? It's a white cross on a white background…


Yes, and I believe my grandfather, and his grandfather heard it. Tell us the one about the chicken and the road!

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