I was recently in Europe for the second time in six months (*shudder* - how could I write that, after belittling those Brits who use the expression "in Europe" to indicate some remote land where things don't work, people "speak foreign" and you risk being run over constantly because 1. they drive on the wrong side of the road and 2. pedestrian crossings are there purely to nicely decorate roads with a stylish 60's optical striped pattern, not for cars to stop at).
Anyway. I was in Paris last week and once again my
derrière ("arse", if you are from
Stockwell - ©
the D.E. experience) felt enormous. OK, it might have been a consequence of my gastronomic stroll down memory lane of every single baker in the 4th arrondissement but, once again, there was a simple and reassuring solution: toilet paper is narrower in France, just like
I found out last December in Italy. I knew it. Like last time, I brought a sheet back for, uhm, scientific purposes.
I do not mind too much parting with the pound eventually (especially when
computer chips will be inserted in high denominations of Euro notes to deter crooks), but
I would never, ever give up my comfortably wide toilet paper!
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