Merde Actually Av Stephen Clarke

<p><b>A year after arriving in France, Englishman Paul West is still struggling with some fundamental questions:</b><br><b>_________________</b><br><br><b>What</b> is the best way to scare a gendarme? <br><br><b>Why</b> are there no health warnings on French nudist beaches? <br><br>And is it <b>really</b> polite to sleep with your boss''s mistress?<br><br><b>In his second comedy of errors,</b> Paul West opens an English tearoom, and mutates (temporarily) into a Parisian waiter.<br><br>Meanwhile, he continues his search for the perfect French mademoiselle. But will Paul find l''amour ¿rnel, or will it all end in <i><b>merde?</b></i><br><br><b>Author''s apology: </b>''I''d just like to say sorry to all the suppository fans out there, because in this book there are no suppositories. There are, however, lots of courgettes, and I see this as progress. Suppositories to courgettes - I think it proves that I''m developing as a writer.'' Stephen Clarke</p>