I could not resist but publish this quote as well from Merde Actually...
This is Paul West going on holiday with his girlfriend to her family's house on Ile de Re.
Florence and I were heading almost to the far end of the island, to the wonderfully named little port of Ars, which was pronounced just as rudely as I hoped. I'd insisted on buying the bus ticket myself, purely for the thrill of getting on and asking the driver, 'Do you go as far as arse?' There are English cities where that would get you killed. And I was looking forward to my next Paris dinner party, when the conversation would turn to holidays and I'd be able to tell a girl, 'I love arse.' All in all, a great place to buy a holiday home, if only for the postcards you could send to all your friends.
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I closed my eyes after reading "when Paul and his girlfriend..." as I am only half way through the book and do not want to spoil who he ends up with! :)
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