Absolutely not. She was captured (in Compiègne) and sold to the English by the Bourguignons. Who were ennemies (competitors) to the Armagnacs, the French Crown. At war with each others most of the time (i.e. when the English would stay put on their island). The Catholic Church may have closed there eyes on this transaction, though…
That’s worse selling her to the ‘Rosbifs’ to be murdered. We’re a restless nation and don’t mind visiting foreign fields, if you’d had the pleasure of our lousy weather and cuisine you’d understand………….
Why are we discussing enmity between France and England rather than the grand alliance during the last century? During two world wars we stood together against the territorial aspirations of Germany. Two members of my family lie in military cemeteries in France and my cousin in a submarine sunk off the French coast.France and England have suffered greatly together.We should never forget this.
Well, I have been married 10 years to a Chelthenam girl in my previous life… I truly enjoyed Shepherd’s Pie or a nice Sunday roast in an old Cotswold pub. I also loved fish’n’chips at 2am in Newcastle, coming out of a club. England’s culinary reputation is totally unfounded, in my personal opinion. You guys like your food and liquors as much as we do. And who bloody cares about the weather when you’re having a pint of lager with a bunch of mates?
We’re discussing the 100 years war, from a historical stand point, really. I agree with you that more recently, French and British blood have mixed on the same side of the wire, though. Especially during WWI…
You left out Suez, because it’s just playful banter and I’m absolutely certain Guillaume 69 takes and gives it in the same spirit.
Six times, nothing contributed by plastic face. Just shows the quality that has been kept in the shadows though.
C'est vrai... Funny story: - I was once at My In Laws for Epiphany in Paris, and we where eating a Gallete de Rois, which is a bit like a Bakewell Pudding for anyone thats not eaten one... Anyway tradition is to hide something in the cake (a bit like a silver farthing in the Christmas pudding) which is either a coin or historical mini plastic figure. As I was eating I found the Plastic Figure, which turned out to be Jeanne D'Arc. My French Mother in Law then got up to fetch me the Crown to wear. As she was passing the blazing open fire in the living room next to the table I passed her the Figurine and for a joke, told her to throw it in there... Well... talk about a Christmas Faux Pas... Her Sister, who was sat next to me at the table actually slapped me round the face (OK it wasn't hard, but it made me laugh even more). To be fair to the French, they have a very similar sense of humour to us and luckily the rest of the family saw the funny side and didn't kill me.
