Jolly japes with public schoolboys

I believe it was errant Irishman John O Sullivan’s grandfather who was found in his prison cell hanging from his legs. The prison warder told him that he was doing in wrongly, the rope needed to be around his neck, but granddad said he tried that but he couldn’t breathe.

The menu de marche lunch at Lou Fassum was up to its usual high standard and was enlivened by Bill Colegrave, the master of the split infinitive, and the wingco who regaled us with public schoolboy humour which I did not understand. What for instance is a pedagogical idea?

They were both attired in salmon pink items, as my picture below, taken on the terrace at this Michelin star restaurant.

Bill Colegrave and the wingco on the terrace at Lou Fassum for lunch yesterday. The wingco continuing his quest for anonymity but the reason he is also known as 118 118 (senior) or one half of the mustachioed Old Gits is clear.

It seems to me, that both are very much in touch with their feminine sides, or perhaps they were both just damaged by the Victorian style school experiences of being roasted over the fire by the prefects etc.

The menu de marche at 25 euros is a bargain. No choice, but amuse buche, starter, main course, desert and a glass of wine for 25 euros (about £20 at today’s exchange rates) with lunch taken whilst enjoying views across the hinterland of Cannes down to the sea at Mandelieu in the spring sunshine is my idea of heaven.

The wingco was also in full flow, before he had to leave for another appointment, very bad show in my opinion, and as if that was not enough, he even took a phone call over lunch. If repeated in the future this may well elicit a brown envelope from the secretary.

Today, that nice lady decorator will be showing off her culinary skills by cooking a huge leg of pork which are sometimes available for Super U at Plascassier. It weighs something in the region of 10 kilos and can be purchased for as little as 15 Euros. Cooking something of this size seems a slightly strange thing to do, so I must conclude that we may have visitors this evening. Obviously I have not had my orders handed down in triplicate yet, but much as the men in the trenches, certain signs were there if you care to interpret them, that indicate the time is nearing to “go over the top”. Frankly, after the weekend and yesterday, I think we have already gone over the top.

Signs such as the fridge newly stocked with rose, Chablis and Sancerre, and several magnums of St Estephe grand Cru tell their own story. It could just be that she is stocking up for the rest of the month, but I cannot shake the trench feeling.

The Riviera Woman have published my brilliantly argued and well researched missive exploding the myth of multitasking, and as a result I expect to hear from many of my female followers thanking me for setting them straight and rescuing them from the false belief that they can adopt this action. Men were always uneasy about the practice, not really believing it was a valid use of time, but in deference to out female brethren were unwilling to argue, until now.

If a social occasion does occur today, then I will be begging that nice lady decorator for the rest of the week off, so pickled is my liver. However, the prospect of sneaking a day skiing later this week has taken an upward lurch due to a sunny weather forecast for later in the week.