I hope all of my American readers are having a splendid 4th of July holiday weekend. And I hope you damned furriners don’t have to work too hard today, either. That especially goes for you French people. Without you, we’d all still be speaking English.
Yesterday, we celebrated our independence from Britain by watching a Monty Python marathon on BBC America and sewing costumes that would transform us into Harry Potter characters. And we drank tea. Take that, you English bastidges!
Well, what do you expect? My birthday is so close to America’s that, after the 3-day orgy of celebration and debauchery devoted to me, there’s just nothing left for the 4th. Sorry about that Uncle Sam.
So, while we won’t be oot and aboot with the drunken revelers, I urge you to be careful when you’re engaging in your celebratory “blowing stuff up” rituals.
And remember to hug a Frenchman.