Normally harbouring a ripe distrust of one another, every once in a while the French and English can put aside all their lengthy historical squabbling to come together to be extreme jerks. There is nothing quite like bonding over a smash and grab job of cultural destruction, it breathes life into nations like the smell of napalm in the morning. And so it was in 1860 that the two nations found a common enemy in China and the Qing Dynasty’s Summer palaces and were united in a cry of: “Burn, motherf*****, burn”! As fun as opium surely can be (we don’t condone the use, but considering the Trainspotting description and…