An Englishman overcomes his fear of continental laissez-faire
To start with, I’m English; this means that I have a different attitude from Europeans. I was brought up in Middle England under the strict rules of Purity, Piety and Hypocrisy (also half-arsed alliteration.) I was taught to treat anyone without a bowler hat and an umbrella with fear, suspicion and a sharpened bayonet.
Anyone with even the slightest trace of a foreign twang wasn’t to be trusted.