The French are gradually running out of petrol which is causing slight discomforts in Le Republique.
Many French, typical, have decided to abandon their automobiles, jump on Les Bicyclettes and head for the nearest boozer, because wine is stil available, qui.
Now if wine was to dry up there would be a real "revolucion", but as long as the French have their daily tipple, par de problem.
As usual the French unions take their disputes to the limité et they don't give a damn about the discomforts caused by their industrial actions.
Petrol, Mon Dieu, cest la vie, vin rouge, qui, qui, now your talking problems.
The latest news coming out of France was that the vin rouge supplies were securé, maybe in a couple of weeks there could be a problem, non merci!
Clochards sleeping under Les Ponts de Paris (not Jaggedone his bridge is in Amsterdam, par de problem!) are already preparing to fight too the death if their supplies dry up.
They are arming themselves with broken necked, empty vin rouge botteliers (very cheap ones) and when the vin dries up, merde, Le Bastillion will be sturmed.
"Who ze fuck needs petrol, we need booze" claimed one very pissed clochard called Emile Méthyláted-Spiritus Sanctuas, and vowed to puncture les pneus out of solidarity, qui, qui (plenty of it) vive le revolucion!