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Writers; Liars and thieves?

September 14, 2010

Just as I was about to accept an invitation to play golf next Sunday, a decision was made by that nice lady decorator, that we are going to visit Castellaine instead, in Bluebell the camper. It is difficult to know whether I would have agreed with this decision as I was not privy to whatever thought processes were brought to bear in making that decision, but I know to my cost in the past that to oppose such a decision, no, merely even to question the decision brings more grief than just saying “What a good idea”.  Fleetingly I thought about suggesting that I try to get  game of cricket at Cabris, on the way up on Saturday, but one look at those glowering eyebrows and that fixed expression that seemed to be saying “go on, suggest it, if you dare” and I decided on balance to keep quiet, except for the congratulatory noises one is expected to make when that nice lady decorator has made a decision with which she is pleased.

Some clouds in the sky this afternoon finally persuades me to give The Cannes Boat Show a bit of a swerve, and later a shower of rain justified my decision.  Last night to see some film in Valbonne at the Pres Des Arts which has a nice little cinema where they show some English language films from time to time. Tamara Drewe I think it was called, which I found very interesting until I unaccountably dozed off after the opening credits. 

Snoring has never really gained me the brownie points I feel I deserve and snoring in a public place for some reason seems to score double.  Last night was no exception, so with the help of a couple of match sticks jammed in the eyes to keep the eyelids up, I watched the film.  I have no idea what happened or what it was about but I was told it was very good, and for the sake of a quite life I concurred vigorously. It seems that a rushed pint of Guinness in The Queens Legs first was something of a mistake in terms of cognitive awareness.  I was all for a game of pool instead of a film, but those that know the current Mrs France will have some idea of how she might have reacted to such a suggestion.  Actually there was one thing I remember from the film, it was a description of writers as “liars and thieves”, but that cannot be true as I am now a writer myself. I know she loves me really, she once wrote it in the sand as my pictures shows. When I saw it, I said, I know, you owe me big time – result?  brief romantic interlude destroyed.

I love you or I owe You?

Today will be alcohol free again, unless something impromptu happens so I have begun think about what I can stage that might look  appropriately impromptu. A visit from the wingco should do it, I will ring him up and ask him to drop round at about 6.30, beer o clock.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Pinman permalink
    September 14, 2010 12:54 pm

    “I have no idea what happened or what it was about”

    Tamara Drewe concerns a slightly overweight, middle-aged writer on the edge of a mid-life crisis, who believes that an adoring public is gaggig to read his next output. He is also convinced that seven out of every ten women are lusting after him and the remaining three must be lesbians ! Surely some aspects of the plot kept you awake ??


    • September 16, 2010 9:32 pm

      are you suggesting some kind of link? if so, your figures are incorrec, I reckon its 9 out of 10 lusting after me and the other 1 in 10 l
      are lesbians


  2. Pinman permalink
    September 14, 2010 12:56 pm



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