Look, I’m a sucker for superlatives, so any blog post entitled “The most annoying customers in the world… ever” has definately got my undivided attention.

Conjure yourselves to a mid-morning Provencal marketplace, add some slapstick misfortune and British tourists…

And quoting P.G. Wodehouse’s The Luck of the Bodkins: “Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to speak French.”