Last night we were enjoying the television for once. We’ve hardly been watching TV since we came back from holiday. The Sky subscription stops on Saturday night, the same night smoking in pubs will be banned. Sophie is convinced this is a sign of the coming of the apocalypse and society will fall to the Visigoths before Monday teatime. However, I digress.
We were watching a surprisingly entertaining programme about Paris. The subtitles when thusly
“why, yooo ‘av a very luuuvleee market stall, monsieur”
“ah yes and zat ees a lovely pear, you have there”
obviously, we fell about like the hyped up 10-year-olds we basically are.
“ah the French. They just don’t DO double entendres”