The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
Tag Archives: French
France; It’s Part In My Downfall #memories #frenchlessons
all images are from my first time in France during a summer trip, 1976 with three friends Today’s headline is about the possibility that the Royal Navy will be empowered to board French fishing boats who stray into British territorial … Continue reading
Part Four: Ten do’s and don’t’s for the Anglo-Saxon visitor to France #france #french
Do go. Don’t go via Calais unless you hail from Redditch in which case the comparison will be positive Do try and speak the language Don’t try too hard to speak the language because you won’t understand the answer – … Continue reading
Part Two: You Old (French) Romantic #france #french
More reminiscences of France… I married in 1984, May and we decided to postpone a proper honeymoon until later because, well, we were pretty skint. But, in case that wasn’t romantic enough, we had four days in Paris. It didn’t … Continue reading
French: Its Part In My Humiliation
South London tried its hand at snow today (Sunday) without much success. The alternating snow-rain-snow combo isn’t going to work, weather-people. It did generate a little brolly-flattery as we walked Dog, with a passer-by calling out ‘nice umbrella’ to the … Continue reading
F is for the French and the Foreign #atozchallenge
The English are a mongrel race; given London is not, by some distance, situated in the cradle of humanity in Africa and we British are still 2% neanderthal (and I can think of a few who top that percentage by … Continue reading
Taking stock
In a week when we commemorated a Nation’s war dead with a two minute’s silence and share our neighbour’s grieving from a fresh atrocity, a lot of voices call for action. Radios are filled with declarations of war and bombing … Continue reading
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Me and France: a tale of a label and a mirror
On Saturday last I sat watching another instalment in the long running ‘war without weapons’ that are sporting engagements with France. France won. Deservedly so. As it was rugby the final whistle is always tinged with a frisson of regret: … Continue reading
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