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Year in the Merde
Book Review - Excerpt 2
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The Paris Metro
"....The metro stations are usually full of seminaked women.
Take the station near my hotel, for example. First time I went down there, a
girl with three-foot-wide breasts was advertising a bra. A girl in a tornT-shirt
was advertising a film. Several girls wearing nothing but skimpy thongs were
advertising--I don't know what. A drink? Perfume? Vacuum cleaners? Whatever.
They had great breasts. The platform walls were covered with nudie posters. How
to keep commuters happy when trains are late. Male and lesbian commuters,
anyway.
"Commuting, I found, was much less stressful than in London. For
a start, at rush hours there was a train about every minute. And yes, French
minutes have sixty seconds. If you missed one train, you just waited a few
seconds for the next one. No sweat. And talking of sweat, contrary to popular
belief, the French don't smell as though they'd been rubbing their armpits with
garlic. People were a bit more blank-faced than London commuters, and almost
none of them were reading newspapers, but apart from that, the only major
difference with London was that if you had to stand, you could actually stand
instead of being bent double the way you are in the tube. Why did those London
engineers build such tiddly tunnels? Did they think only hobbits would ride the
tube?"
- A Year in the Merde, by Stephen
Clarke
Read Excerpt 3:
French TV porn
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