Belgian dentist
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The continental equivalent of the man on the Clapham Omnibus; a fictional chap of Calvinist prudence who enjoys moules frites and a weekly tipple with his friend, a netting specialist from a law firm on Avenue J. F. Kennedy, and who invests his savings in definitive, bearer eurobonds.
Every quarter, this fellow journeys in his Citroën 2CV across the border to Luxembourg, where he presents neatly clipped coupons to his issuer’s principal paying agent, collects his interest, meets his Luxembourg lawyer buddy a Aéroport d’Hercule Poirot where the two of them take a cheap flight to Malaga and decamp on a two-week coke-fueled bender across the Balearic.