A British man was stopped by a French gendarme and asked to give a breathalyser test.
It happened near Le Bugue in the Dordogne and at the time he was stopped he was as drunk as a skunk.
The gendarme signals to him to wind down the window then asks him if he has been drinking, and with a slurring speech the Brit replies, “Yes, this morning I was at my (hic)…daughter’s wedding, and as I don’t like church much I went to the café opposite and had several beers.”
“Then, during the wedding banquet, I seem to remember downing three great bottles of wine; (hic)… a Corbières, a Minervois and (hic)… a Faugères.”
“Then, to finish off during the celebrations…. and (hic) during the evening… me and my mate downed two bottles of Johnny Walker’s Black Label.”
Getting impatient the gendarme warns him, “Do you understand I’m a policeman and have stopped you for an alcohol test?”
The Brit, with a grin on his face, replies, “Do you understand that I’m British, like my car, which is a right-hand-drive, and that my wife is actually sitting in the other seat, which is the one behind the steering wheel?”