Nuclear incident in Valbonne?

Radiation poisoning seems like a distinct possibility in Japan after the terrible tsunami, and after lunch yesterday at the Thornton Allens, that nice lady decorator was exhibiting similar signs, although rather than radiation, it was probably chardonnay poisoning contributing to her partial meltdown.

I imagine that if you have been exposed to radiation then you may feel a tad unwell. I think then, it is fair to say that the nice lady decorator was exhibiting some symptoms of a similar nature last night, before I sent her to bed just before there was a full nuclear incident.

The success of the mighty England rugby team in the 6 Nations Rugby Tournament against Scotland was celebrated as fully as is possible without a Scot being present. Had we had one of those celtic persons on our midst, we may have celebrated more, although some people may judge that increased celebration may have been impossible.

But, as Einstein’s law states, every action has to have a reaction, and I think it is fair to say that from what I witnessed yesterday, his law survives intact. The reaction of that nice lady decorator to the excitement of seeing Toby Flood England beating Scotland had to have a reaction, and so it came to pass.

All the signs were there, an inner core heating up, cooling systems failing, unexpected explosions, and bad vibes radiating in all directions. What was required was a complete shut down, without which a meltdown was inevitable. Thus I had to take precautions and attempt to avert a repeat of 3 Mile Island nuclear accident in USA some years ago.

For some reason mention of 3 Mike Island reminds me of a village in Suffolk that we used to pass through on our way to Norfolk from London for our annual summer holiday when I was a kid. It was called Six Mile Bottom (and probably still is). My father would always stop there and send postcards to several women, saying that the place reminded of them.

Talking of meltdowns, it is one of my jobs to write a grumpy old gits diatribe against life each Monday, entitled Happy Mondays, a blog for Angloinfo. This week I think I have surpassed myself, I am truly grumpy. I have been told that it is in the top 10 angloinfo blogs worldwide and increasing every month. Of course, they would say that, because payment for this writing activity is conspicuous by its absence.

My picture today was taken last weekend when playing golf at the Grande Bastide golf Club with the REGS, and is featured today because the weather has been so crap today, I needed something with sunshine on it to keep up my spirits.

The third hole at St Donat. Conservatively I think there are 25 of my balls in this stream

I am asked by the lovely Soraya Colegrave to sleep at her house whilst my wife is away this week, and I accept readily. It has been some years since I have been similarly flattered, so that will be the case for the defence. “What about Bill, will he mind?” I ask. What she did not reveal before I accepted, was that she would in fact not be there herself. She and Bill are heading up to Geneva for a couple of days, and want someone to stay at the house whilst they are absent, so I feel I have been duped. In my mind I had a very different scenario in mind, but such are the vagaries of ego and belief in ones own sexual powers, which are no longer as strong as they once were.

Did you spot that there was no Currencies Direct plug today? I am proud of myself.

Chris France