Taking Yorkshire out of the girl

Cafe Latin now has broadband wireless internet connection. I know this for sure as yesterday morning whilst waiting for our French Currencies Ayatollah, Pippa Maile, to arrive for a meeting I spied the exceptionally beautiful Nancy Allen with her laptop, reading this very column! What good taste she has, although I admit that Mike, her very lucky husband is much more of an acquired taste, which of course, I have also acquired.

My scouring for a second hand sit-on mower has not yet produced any tangible results, and with a son who, having done 2 full days of real work this week is understandably exhausted, but more galling, has enough cigarettes to last the weekend, this leaves me with no bribery leaverage.  I am this faced with the prospect of having to mow the lawn myself. This is an entirely unreasonable proposition, so I am casting around for a young whipper snapper that wants to earn a few quid doing it for me.

That nice lady decorator took lunch in Nice yesterday with a friend from Yorkshire. So there they were, sat in one of the most advanced culinary cities in the world, with probably 100 great restaurants to choose from and an enormous range of international and Provencal cuisine from which to choose and what dies the girl from up north order? Yep, fish and chips as my picture below captures. I suppose they must have sold out of mushy peas. You can take the girl out of Yorkshire, but you can’t take Yorkshire out of the girl.

Fish 'n chips in the Cours Salaire, Nice

Talking of taking Yorkshire out of the girl, I am looking forward to the REGS golf event on Saturday where I hope to encounter Dave “Tripe” Goddard and the impressively endowed Maria whom as only REGS golfers know may be a little closer than has hitherto been admitted. Of course their secret is safe with myself and my fellow golfers, but I would like to extend my personal secret congratulations in case I am right.

Today I must journey to Antibes, where a meeting with HSBC will steady them on their chosen path of targeting the ex-pat community, and my presence is required at the Antibes Yacht Show, ably sponsored by new Currencies Direct affiliate Blue Water Yachting. I have chosen the boat that I would like as my reward for my very successful SEO work, and hope to take delivery after the show, indeed this is one of the negotiations I expect to undertake in the Antibes sunshine.

Last night to tennis without fellow moustachioed old git the wingco, who was otherwise engaged. This is a very poor show and he may be getting a brown envelope from the secretary of this happens again.  Greg Harris from Cote d’Azur Villas was allowed to partner me again, a real treat for him as he has never in these circumstances been on the losing side, something that he is entirely un-used to. Tennis was followed  by dinner at Capricio in Chateauneuf de Grasse. Modesty forbids me to tell you who were the unlucky thrashed partnership, but Pete Milstead and Larry the Lamb will no doubt be licking some metaphorical wounds this morning. Indeed the subject of licking entered the conversations last evening, as did any number of (for me) unnatural sexual practices, the waitress, nightly sex with ones wife and a number of other tall stories, but as I had previously been served with a yellow card for daring to make notes on my blackberry at the table, I cannot remember enough of the embarrassing stuff for publication today, or can I? Perhaps I have just run out of space? Only time will tell. On that basis I do not expect to have to contribute to dinner the next time my three other compatriots are on the game, so to speak. Guys, you know it makes sense.

Chris France