Oui la gross cerise, tu est tres bon et le bon bon mon amis.
One of my finest life moments was going into a shop near Mont St Michel (isn't that the posh name for Marks and Spencer?), going to the deli counter and asking for "deux tranches de jambon s'il vous plait" and the lady actually understood my French tinged with fat Welsh accent. Mrs Voodoo was tres impressed.
Still haven't got a clue why she weighed me two slices of ham though, I wanted mint flavoured condoms.
Purveyor of the 'semi-predictable one-liner (which) embodies the essence of the type of comedic crap we grew to love here. VB is a crazy fool'