A young English girl was holidaying in Paris and went to a well known night spot, here she was approached by a handsome Frenchman(if there is such a thing:). The Frenchman propositioned the girl, eventually she succumbed to his Gallic charm.

She went with him to his flat, had a drink of wine but, was then very surprised when instead of leading her into his bedroom to make wild passionate love to her he insists on having her against the wall in the lounge.

Afterwards she asked him why?

Mon Cherie, all Frenchmen know, he explained, that the English are always their best when their backs are against the wall!