The Poets, Holidays In The Sun or A Super Pharm For Retards : I recall two blondes males in Cuba or California who pretended being french or canadian. I haven't seen any of their ID, but some kind of physical menace. Some might call it BULLYING... In the case of the north american type, it was more boyish than anything serious but permeated with humor and the sound of salsa in the architecturally frenchised Cienfuegos.
For the french guy, this was happening in a downtown San Fran hostel. He seemingly wanted to fight and to take (me) to the cops. While I was just enjoying myself learning about the facebook, with this fabulous tool that computers are sometimes... In a lapse of a minute, a frenchy appeared, adressed me very agressively, apparently under the influence of drugs (or in need of it) and punched me straight away (expecting some reply of the same kind) under the scrutinity of a few witnesses.
The previous but laughable episode of that sort occured in Cape Town. It was a proud young American-Israeli eventually jealous. I supposed that he wasn't yet quite finished with its israeli combat unit training. (Actually with those kind of characters, I can understand why some are really worried with or within Iran... ). The little anglophile bourgeois possibly wanted me to re-enact the judeo-christian cheap myth about the right cheek one slapped so his portentuous victim afford the left one.
I gently advised him about a summer camp with the US army but he didn't seem to care. And I used english for the matter, I did not even try to speak russian which he wouldn't have understood anyways.
Beside there was an irish friend not less surprised than me with the kid's behaviour. The parody flopped, and we enjoyed more of the evening while the released hebrew conscript vanished like smoke... with or without the wind ? Let's conclude he didn't like the pub.