(We start our scene in scenic Point Grey British Columbia, a wealthy almost exclusively Asian enclave of Vancouver proper. We are at the home of Cedric Woodtall & Hamish Benward the only people of European decent that reside within their neighborhood. Cedric is a balding red headed man in his late 40s, who used to be very athletic in his youth. However he now appears to have the body type of a chef. Hamish is a balding blond haired man who is also in his late 40s. Like his companion Cedric, Hamish used to be very athletic in his youth however now he too resembles a chef. Hamish is seated in his black leather armchair listening to classical music and leafing through the atlas of Europe in anticipation of their trip to Europe this summer, while Cedric is busy writing his two hundred and forty-third letter to the Right Honourable Stephen Harper, Prime Minister of Canada. Hamish reaches for the remote control and turns off the music).
HAMISH - "Have you given any thought on which cities in Europe we should explore this summer?"
CEDRIC - "Please don't remind me of Europe. You know how much I hate the place and their anti-Canadian attitude."
HAMISH - "Might I remind you yet again for the one hundredth time, one vacation where you like to go followed by one vacation where I like to go."
CEDRIC - "I was hoping that you would have enjoyed our last trip to Texas. Ever since the movie Brokeback Mountain, I cannot seem to get enough of the place."
HAMISH - "If you have such a strong preference for cowboys, why did you wind up with me?"
CEDRIC - "I have an even stronger preference for rugby players, especially the prop flavour. I am curious which European country will we have to endure this time? I certainly hope its not Spain again."
HAMISH - "How about visiting Belgium and the Netherlands? The food is excellent, the sweets even better and the terrain is nice and flat for walking about or cycling. We can visit the Van Gough museum then we can tour the European Union headquarters on the Belgium chocolate tour leg."
CEDRIC - "How about we wave our middle fingers at the closed circuit security cameras at the EU headquarters in Brussels and give them Europeacrats the Pierre Trudeau salute."
HAMISH - "There you go again with that jingoist attitude of yours. Why does every visit to a non English speaking jurisdiction provoke this desire within you to cause an international incident?"
CEDRIC - "You know I don't like the Jingos. I don't like the smell of their cooking and I do not like what they have done to our neighborhood. Twenty years ago we heard birds singing in the morning, now we listen to young jingos revving their Ferraris that their parents gave them."
HAMISH - "Cedric, you have to stop getting your knickers in a knot or you will have another angina attack. Calm down for a moment and breathe slowly. "
(Cedric pauses and uses the breathe slowly relaxation technique that was taught to him by his therapist, who also happens to be a Certified Shamanic Practitioner. We slowly see Cedric regaining his composure and his knickers getting unbunched.)
CEDRIC - "On a different topic, I have just finished writing a letter to the Right Honorable Stephen Harper. I would appreciate your opinion so as long as you don't mind I would like to read it out to you."
HAMISH - "You still have not convinced me that you have gotten over your crush on Stephen Harper, according to my gaydar he is as straight as a pin.."
CEDRIC - "Then explain to me why he insists on being referred to as Stephen instead of Steve?"
HAMISH - "Cedric for the last time, if our Prime Minister Stephen Harper was queer,,, he would insist on being referred to as Stephane Harper or would that be Steffan Harper? Anyhow read away.
CEDRIC - "Dear Prime Minister Harper, As a patriotic Canadian it sickens me when foreign radicals attack our oil sands on the world stage. I recognize the importance of oil sands royalties in keeping our taxes low. I enjoy a European level of service combined with a tax rate that is lower than the USA. I take personal offense with these foreign yahoos to such an extent that I offer my humble services to the crown. I am independently wealthy & I travel the world. I own a cricket bat from my high school days & I want to use it to inflict a savage beating on one of our Country's foreign enemies. Could the Government of the Dominion of Canada grant me a license to beat foreigners senseless with my trusty cricket bat while in Her Majesty's service. Faithfully yours, Cedric Woodtall"
CEDRIC - "Do you think my letter is too harsh?"
HAMISH - "Absolutely not, we should be more aggressive as a country. Its not our fault that we sit on the worlds largest oil deposit. Its time that Canada beat some player haters senseless."
(At that moment the antique alarm clock chimes at 4:00PM. Cedric & Hamish walk over to the antique credenza where their well stocked bar is kept. They pour two small shots of scotch and raise their glasses).
CEDRIC & HAMISH - "God save the Queen"
(They wash back their liquor)