The British are bad at learning foreign languages. It’s a fact. In any European city you can find intelligent and decent British tourists (among the dim and indecent) asking for the menu in English. At best they may mumble a few words learned from the phrasebook, only to receive a response in English from the harassed waiter.
And it’s not only the tourists. As an expat in Francophone Switzerland I am constantly amazed to meet Brits who have lived here for
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My Celebrity Car
I have a celebrity car. Wherever I drive in these parts I attract curious looks and pointing fingers. I have to admit that I quite enjoy the attention. So what do I drive? A Ferrari perhaps? Or maybe one of those amusingly customised Volkswagen Beetles? No, it’s a 1995 Nissan Sunny Sequel in a rather stylish metallic blue. There are no eccentric decorations, no home-made paint job, not even an attractive blonde in the passenger seat.
What puzzles and charms the
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