It is all over the press. Gerard Depardieu, a well-known French actor (actually, something of a human legend), has, once again, made the headlines. But for all the wrong reasons this time. Let me explain: he was on a Cityjet flight from Paris to Dublin and badly needed the loo. So badly that he ended up urinating on the aisle and all the passengers were delayed by more than two hours as a result. He was disembarked and had to take another flight (I understand that he went to the toilet before embarking this time, which is good news and shows that he can handle himself). It is unclear whether he was drunk or not, and there is a story about him using a bottle but, really, you don’t want to know all the details, do you?
As a result, there is a flurry of (sometimes derogatory) comments about French in general and Frenchmen in particular.
Let me list a couple of examples:
1. Jan Moir, from the Daily Mail, says “If someone is going to urinate like a horse in the aisle of a packed international flight taxiing along a runway, then that someone is going to be a Frenchman. You could bet your last croissant on it. No doubt about it. “ How kind!
2. Other comments include “the French at their finest”, and so on, and so forth…
I would like to set the record straight here. This has nothing to do with the French and everything to do with Mr Depardieu himself. Despite two pregnancies and numerous air travels, I have never relieved myself outside of the toilets (on a plane, that is), which I didn’t think was an achievement until this new development.
But, at work, I have been reminded that it is typical of the French to behave in a such a (bad) way. Apparently, we are soooo gross. No manners, really. I wouldn’t know. I am French. I don’t notice it anymore.
So let me reply to all the authors of patronizing comments here by sharing a true story. When we started visiting houses in London, I was shocked to see that a lot of them still had carpets in the bathrooms and toilets. Usually the colour was greenish brownish. I was horrified. And I won’t even start to describe the smell. Maybe that’s why the Brits need to be better behaved? Just a thought.
Muriel – A French Yummy Mummy In London