With typically English understatement he hoofed a photographer in the testicles.
If it weren’t for that man the foreigners would have realised years ago how violent and uncouth the British are. We could reel their streets at noon, smashing up bars and vomiting into the fountains, but there was always Hugh Grant with his floppy haircut, making out that we’re a nation of weedy booksellers.
Now that even Hugh Grant is snarling and taking socks at people, perhaps the truth will dawn.
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