Want to know what's going on in the world? Then don't move to France. If you did - the only things you'd for sure right now are that: 1) Zizou (Zinedine Zidane) got a red card during the World Cup final for headbutting a naughty Italian player [NOTE: you wouldn't necessarily know who won the match]; 2) That Les Americans are causing chaos in the middle east; 3) Er... Beyond that you'd be stumped. While a typical edition of The Telegraph might be some 90 or so pages long, Le Monde often has trouble filling 15. And while factual programming is a constant on the UK's terrestrial TV channels, in France it's only the adverts that appear to contain any factual content. Of course the French may well care about what's going on in the world - but if they don't actually know what's going on - then what's there to care about? Ahhh - la belle vie.
Just got back from a weeks hols in the UK - where I caught a cold. Yes, only in the UK is it possible to sit in 36 degree heat and catch a stinking head cold! I refer you to my post of 3rd January earlier this year.
Here's a tip if you want to walk across central London without getting stopped by a clipboard weilding survey-taking hawker, charity worker, Hare Krishna or drunken Scotsman: Wear an 'Equipe de France' rugby shirt. Trust me - it works. Gimps hired by Mencap, MORI et al were all fooled into thinking that I was French when I strode through Covent Garden wearing the colours of 'Les Bleus'. Obviously the thought of having to explain their intentions to a foreigner was far too daunting to contemplate. The mad thing is the beggars also seemed to think the same .... "Spare any change please? Spare any change please? Spare any change please? Spare any change please? Oh. Er. Bonjour! Spare any change please? Spare any change please?"