Irish to celebrate English win?

Glorious. That nice lady decorator and the two money draining siblings are in the UK, so, I had the freedom to do what I want when I want. At first it was a bit disorientating, but then I had it, order an Indian take-away, down then to the pub for quick one while it was being cooked, then back to scoff it in front of football on the TV, just like being back in England. A little pricey at 27 Euros (about £24 at today’s exchange rates)

I used the word disorientation there, so how do you disorientate an oriental? What happens if you run rings around him. Does that do it?

And what would you call an Indian from Indiana? Are all hungarians hungary? And whilst on the subject, is there another word for synonym?

The Kashmir is a big move forward for Valbonne but I notice La Kavanou wine bar is closed all this week, for reasons I don’t know, reopening on 19th, so I popped into the Queens Legs where I meet Matt Frost, cornish Tsunami King. A plan is hatched to try to organise an event coupling My old pal John Otway with Steve Frost, the stand up comedian who I’d best known for the Carling Black Label, who is Matt’s younger brother. Steve and John have worked together in the past. Maybe the comedy Club might be worth a try. A possible chess club is discussed< and if established will enable me more easily to tutor Cambridge graduate Bill Colegrave in the finer tecnniques of avoiding fools mate next time.

Unfortunately the weather was also very British, another massive amount of rain today must mean we have had the whole years worth already by now, so I had the great pleasure of taking flood precautions last night, there was no one left to delegate the work to.This involves raking out gravel and placing slabs, mats and towels in strategic places and the placement of sandbags, all in the pouring and and in the dark. What fun.

My picture today is another from the Brague taken before the deluge, I may take some more today if I can get down there. As you can see it is already a disaster area, if only because of the presence of that disastrous dastardly dog Banjo.

I see Jude O Sulllivan at parents evening, where I once again have to hold the fort alone. She has no bag with her, so she must have left her reserve bottle of Baileys somewhere out of sight; I am sure she would not have finished it that early. Regular readers will know that she normally carries an emergency bottle in her bag in case wherever she chooses to dine runs out, an unthinkable scenario in Valbonne where she is well known in most restaurants.

We have two social occasions with an Irish flavour approaching this weekend. Firstly, I think we will be at The Queens Legs with a large Irish contingent to celebrate England’s grand slam in the 6 Nations rugby tournament, although I am surprised that the Irish are happy to be there to help the English celebrate. The celebrations will continue on the Sunday at the Scandinavian Terrace on the seafront at Cannes, when the International Cub Of The Riviera are staging a belated St Patrick’s Day event. It is very generous of the club to further rub the noses of the Irish in it by delaying the celebrations which would normally take place on 17th March, just so the English can enjoy another day of joint celebration of winning the Grand Slam.

Chris France