The tender side of rugby

There is still so much material that could be used from last weeks trip to London for The France Show, but I have decided to steer ewe away from any more sheep stories for the time being whilst I sort through all the pictures, information and gossip which I have received over the last few days. However, I must just include this photo as it has an uncanny resemblance to a cloven hoof;

Today I have been concentrating on guiding Currencies Direct to improvements in their tools to enable me to more fully educate those lucky few who have learned that their banks rip them off on foreign exchange deals. Had I known how much the banks soak up I could have once saved 33,000 euros on one transfer!

The Wingco, who claims he does not have my email address (because he doesn’t want it) emails to say that tennis is arranged for Thursday morning. He is uncertain if I will get the message as he dies not have my email address. If lunch is to follow, it will make it a long day, as myself and that nice lady plasterer must visit Villefranche Sur Mer for the Facebook British Riviera Club Event the same evening.  I am concerned that if I follow the wingco’s intentions (which seem to be the normal, ie after tennis then lunch, to sample cognac on his sunny terrace above the pool and watch the sun go down over the Esterel hills whilst playing some obscure blues ) then I will possibly not be at my best by evening.

The overnight stay in Villefranche sur Mer after the Riviera Business Club Facebook event is planned for that day to “celebrate” 19 years of er…togetherly plastering on October 1st. So what passes for Romance in my world is in the air.

Whilst on this lovey dovey theme, some days ago I received a message from Gerald Gomis, husband of the beautiful Pippa, head honcho of Currencies Direct France, wishing me a tender goodnight, to which I responded with amusement as I believed it was unintentionally misdirected. I know that had it been me to make such an error that I would be extra careful about where my personal messages were ending up in the future.

So it was especially surprising, and rather scary, to be told by Gerald in a message late last night that he loved me. Gerald is the strong silent brooding type. A former professional rugby player with the broad framed physique one would expect, plus he has a latin side to him which I’m sure makes his presence alluring to man ladies. However, much as he is a nice chap, and I have some very dear gay friends, I am disconcerted by this attention. Some of my friends who went to the ‘right” public schools in England, which clearly I did not, have first hand experience of situations like this and are consequently more experienced in how to deal with them, but I confess I do not.

Wishing me happy birthday was the giveaway, mine is in January, and Pippa’s was yesterday, but I can’t help thinking he is trying to tell me something, like using Blackberry Messenger is not his strong point.

Next week there are financial seminars hosted by Mike Lorimer at Cap D’Ail near Monaco and over in the Var which I shall attend, more details at mikelorimer.com