Le Fuck You

I think being from London has generally set me up well for the world. It's so expensive that just about anywhere I go, even Japan, seems cheaper. The weather is so unpredictable that other countries always appear to have a better deal: Paris basks in the autumn sun like the Grande Madame of Europe. And customer service in London is usually so average that the politeness and friendliness of waiters elsewhere in the world, especially in the US and Japan, has astounded me.

Not in Paris, however. No, French waiters can take pride in the fact that they excel themselves par excellence for such unwarranted, unsolicited rudeness.