Spot the difference.

You sit there on your polyvinyl or pseudo Georgian couch in Blighty. Turn on the TV. Look at the weather forecast. Some bloke with a sombre tie or a lass with too many teeth spreads her palm across a makeshift MDF set painted in green screen paint as she says what they're predicting. If it's going to be nice, you say 'cool'. Or I do anyway. Ah, but if you live in Paris, all is Parisienne cool. You get the dude. El Duderino. His Dudeness. None other than Le Deude. All is cool in Paris. Don't care what the weather is doing. Had to blip im. Brilliant.