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The Queens Legs

April 3, 2010

The Brague between valbonne and Biot this morning

The Queens legs in Valbonne is as close as you get in France to an English pub.  Tucked away up a side street at the top of the village, last night it was rammed.  I met there one John Balodis, website designer and branding expert who has recently moved to Valbonne and has set up  It is early days but as we began discussing the commercial possibilities of developing the site into a commercial hub for Valbonne business, and the ideas became grander and grander the more Guinness we consumed.  Yes, draught guiness, draught Strongbow and a very good selection of other draft beers and bottled beer are available at The Queens, sadly no Fullers London Pride, the king of real beers, in fact no real beers at all, I guess the transportation and the keeping could be a problem over here, but as I say, as close as you can get to an English pub.  And an English pub is synonimous with that fine sport of cricket wouldn’t you say?  The wing commander drew my attention this week to a piece on The Times website;( Pink cricket balls?  the traditional opening of the English first class cricket season in appalling weather being staged this year in….Abu Dhabi?  I can tell you that the wingco’s moustache was bristling with indignation, and mine wasn’t far behind.  Back to the Queens Legs and whilst on the subject of sport, John O Sullivan, an Irishman as his name might suggest, reminds me of a cruel bet he had with me at local ski station Isola 2000 a couple of years ago.  It was new years eve I was wearing my kilt,  much champagne and wine had been drunk, and at around 3am on New Years day the waiters gave up bringing us glasses of lemocello and bravely keft a couple of litre bottles on the table.  Some time later a wager was offered and accepted which involved me agreeng to ski in my kilt on New Years Day.  Despite firm agreement to meet at 11.00am, there was no sign of Mr O Sullivan.  When I finally got through to him on his mobile at 5pm, he said “To be sure I’ve been looking for ye all day”, but when I attempted to gain payment he told me that in Ireland, no bet was valid if you have a drink in your hand , apparently now enshrined in Irish law.  Can this be true? suffice to say I am still out of pocket and still remember the frostbite!

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Pinman permalink
    April 3, 2010 11:35 am

    “agreeng to ski in my kilt on New Years Day – suffice to say I am still out of pocket and still remember the frostbite!” Very aposite for your blog regarding ” pink balls………..!!”

    BTW……after staggering out of the Queen’s, how on earth did you make it to Baoli, La Chunga and The Mary Hinge…??


    • April 3, 2010 12:00 pm

      Blimey, don’t remember baoli, La Chunga and never heard of the other one! Did I have a good time?


      • Pinman permalink
        April 3, 2010 12:50 pm

        “never heard of the other one! ” The Mary Hinge??……it is a regular haunt of the Reverend W.A Spooner !!

        “Did I have a good time?” Well if you didn’t, the Thai lady-boy you were dancing with certainly did !!


      • April 3, 2010 1:01 pm

        She said she was a catholic priest so I should have known what to expect!! Glad I can’t remember!


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