Native English speakers who make sure to perfect their French but are at the same time utterly disdainful of any other language or culture are edging further into obscurity, the Splice is proud to inform.  The vehicle being used to justify this outright narcissism is running out of gas baby.

In an oh-so-slowly internationally growing Grand Duchy, the relevance of the holier-than-thou toff is waning*.

Bilingual android Ben proffered, “I ride First Class on the Eurostar and TGV not to just get away from the scum but to also give more gravity to the complaints I make afterwards.  Common sense isn’t it?” 

Ben isn't pictured above because he's even more of a prick than that guy.

When prompted about Luxembourg's other neighbours he spewed “Belgium is a transit country as far as I'm concerned and if I find myself in Germany I talk French, then sigh and inconveniently switch to English.”

As he strode off he huffed, “Don’t even get me started on those disgusting Brazilians who clean my office.”

The Splice says good riddance to Ben and his ilk, here’s hoping you sail away down a drain where that clown from ‘IT’ hangs out. 

*There is one plus side to these vain dandies, the Splice is grateful that they use the term ‘railway station’ instead of ‘gare’ in the rare moments they do decide to speak English. 

The HR Consultant - (noun)  A baseless parasite.  A ball of nastiness from the pits of Hades.  An over-opinionated, over-qualified fucktard  (who hates you).

These people are infecting the Grand Duchy like a plague.  An earnest young job seeker expanded on this for the Splice.  "I liked the sound of one expanding bank so applied and was happy to be granted an interview.  However my rapport with the Managers was warped by the fourth presence in the room, sneering at me like that girl in the Exorcist."

Braving a face to face meeting with one of these creatures, the Splice was informed as follows: "We are programmed to infiltrate CVs and rip them to shreds from the inside out.  Bottom line is, we must ridicule the candidates and expose them for the liars that they are."  

"A postgraduate degree in Human Resources, studied at a basically free university teaches you to ignore personal circumstances and feelings to concentrate on looking good for the Company who is overpaying you.  Economic crisis?  Let me get my fucking violin."

The Splice advised the Consultant to take deep breath, and imparted some truth. 

"Slow your roll down, and let's strip this right back to basics. " 

"You're a little cunt."