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Chris Martin plays the piano at a school-play level, looks a bit sad, and displays all the animal magnetism of a Carphone Warehouse. Let’s run down some of the awful attributes that Mr Martin had to endure for 12 long years: For some reason, Americans believe that the constant and dirt-cheap availability of Mexican food is a human right. Americans demonstrate a perverse pride in not knowing about the rest of the world.
Tell them there is nowhere to get an affordable burrito in, say, Merthyr Tydfil, and they will gape in shock, like you just sang the national anthem in Klingon. What’s more, they justify their ignorance with a maddening defence: “I don’t know: I’m an American”.
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