What about these poxy kids mincing around in Real Madrid and Barcelona shirts when they wouldn't know where the fuck Spain is. And don't get me started on English blokes wearing Brazil national team shirts. What the fuck is that about?
Just Wikipedia'd them, and apparently one of them was nice enough to cash his chips in on a roundabout in Chepstow. The others I believe are still not dead.
I just realised, that's a passage from the original Pride and Prejudice, where Mr Darcy first meets Elizabeth Benett. For some reason Ms Brontë decided not to include it in the final text.