The French

What is it about the fucking French?

Why is that they flaunt the smoking ban with absolute total abandon, it means precisely fuck all to them. I've watched some dirty bitch this morning in a cafe smoking behind the counter, before she prepared someone's breakfast. Dirty cow. They just don't give a toss, people smoke here ANYWHERE, regardless of what the law says. Restaurants, bars, whatever, they still hand you an ashtray when you sit down, there's always some wanker sparking up when you are trying to eat.
There's only one kind of woman that smokes in my book, and she stands on street corners calling you dearie and asking if you'd like to do business.

And yet, try getting a plastic carrier bag out of the bastards to carry your groceries outside to your vehicle. Nooooooo chance, too risky, against the rules you see. You have to pay. It means people don't want so many plastic carrier bags, thus meaning the French are striding ahead in their efforts to halt the global climate catastrophe (regardless of any nuclear tests they may be carrying out in the Pacific, requiring the sabotage and sinking of vessels belonging to hardcore terror groups. Like Greenpeace.)

And why, if the Euro is such a cum-in-your-pants-brilliant idea, after so many years, do they STILL put the prices up in Euros and the equivilent in Francs? This must mean that some twat must be working out updated exchange rates for currency which no longer exists, and if we believe the fat pigs in the European Parliament, never will exist again. SO why do it? Is it to humour old people? Or are they holding onto the sliver of hope that they may bale out, despite telling everyone else how fucking fantastic it is?
I can guarantee one thing, if Cyclops Brown and his crew of cocksuckers conned us into joining the currency, the pound would be forgotten about within 30 days, guaranteed.

What a shower of cunts. (all of the above)

Still, had enough of this place, off to Andorra tomorrow......