Merde Actually

<p><strong>A year after arriving in France, Englishman Paul West is still struggling with some fundamental questions:</strong><br /><strong>_________________</strong><br /><br /><strong>What</strong> is the best way to scare a gendarme? <br /><br /><strong>Why</strong> are there no health warnings on French nudist beaches? <br /><br />And is it <strong>really</strong> polite to sleep with your boss's mistress?<br /><br /><strong>In his second comedy of errors,</strong> 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 eternel, or will it all end in <em><strong>merde?</strong></em><br /><br /><strong>Author's apology: </strong>'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>