As we all know all the French are GAY! They eat chocolate croissants and "dunk" them in their coffee, GHASTLY, that's GAY. They eat frogs legs, slippery and very GAY!
They cheat at Footy, especially that Scarlet "GAY PIMPernel", Messieur Henry, ask the Irish priests, they know him well!
Eat "stiff" Baguettes with sticky, creamy, slimy, stinking camembert dripping out of the sides, that's certainly GAY!
Drink champagne eat 5* haute cuisine, two peas, a glazed carrot and a tiny piece of "Venison Francais" topped with a chive or two without getting their lips wet, GAY, mega-GAY!
And to top it all they SPANK the bums of their arch enemies, the very STRAIGHT English at the real mans sport, RUGBY (apart from those Irish and Welsh GAY Boyo's who came out after being caught in the showers attempting to "stiff" it with their cauliflower-eared, broken-nosed colleagues).
This final bastion of English "stiff-upper lipness" (especially during prison-sex) has finally been broken by our GAY (see above) French rivals.
We only need them to beat us at Croquet now, the final Coup d'etat, and prove Napolean was right, the English are a bunch of "French Fried and Poisson Shopkeepers"!