Thursday, 28 May 2015
On Internet Perils and Gallic Style.
I read today about a man who conducted an internet romance with a French woman. Eventually he moved into her Paris apartment, and then lost his job, had cigarette butts stubbed out on his skin, and was forced to eat cotton wool and drink window cleaning fluid. I always said French women had that something special about them, didn’t I? They make sure you have cotton wool to soak up the window cleaning fluid. As Shakespeare said: ‘Beauty lives with kindness.’