Slob, the disturbing thing is there are times I could believe that you actually are French! If it wasn't for the colloquialisms that could come from nowhere other than dear ol' Blighty I kinda could!

Marcus. . .[i know I'm not welcomed here chummy] but he is fr****, doesn't like hairdressers [or men of other persuasion types] clean motors, nice talking blokes who don't sleep with pigs, people called M**g , or anybody really, he's just scewed up. . .i tell you now that man is Fr****. . .the Ming