This book is straight to the point: it is a French attempt at taking the mick out of the British.

Now all you over-patriotic nationalists reading this, don't get too upset. It is light-hearted and well meant.

How can this be so? Well (in the past) we tended not to work past five o'clock or at weekends. We also have a propensity to drink tea and warm beer - I can't say I am in the habit of drinking warm beer, but the myth remains, and if an author can have a bit of a laught about it, then so be it.

The story revolves around the Romans invading Britain. There is some mirth over the fact that we Brits won't fight past five or a at weekends. Ceasar decides this is the best time to defeat us.

Fortunately somewhere along the line one if us Brits is a cousin of Asterix. Anyone familiar with the Asterix series will know that they have a t their disposal a tool to fight the Roman, that is through the use of a magic potion. Anticlimax ( I love these names), a Brit, is despatched to Gaul to receive some of the magic potion, as britain is being over-run by the Romans, and his village is the only on left with any sense of independence.

And here the story picks up momentum, in the quest for retreiving the potion and using it to fight the Romans.

What happens to the potion I cannot say, it would just spoil the story for you.

Let us just say that (whether you believe it or not), this is the explanation why we Brits drink so much tea these days :))