Warrington Woija?

I think we are in a hard water area because the ice in my fridge is solid. Ice is in real demand at the moment because it is suddenly hot. I was most upset today to speak to  someone in the frozen north of the UK, somewhere called Warrington, and hear her complain that it was blowing a gale and the rain was lashing down. They must be having an early spring.

On Sunday at golf, a number of players were bothered by ducks. The one in my picture today  was very keen on my sparkly silver golf shoes. Many jokes were made; maybe he was suffering from a mallardy? Perhaps he has brought the bill? if he keeps doing this he will be up before the beak,  you know the kind of thing and it was a very enjoyable day out although a little roasting, however I have no idea of the score and it really matters not, it was just a nice day in the sunshine with some dear friends.

Look at those duck boots

Tennis  however is completely different. I can remember the result of every tennis match I have played in this year. Modesty once again forbids me to reveal details, but regular readers will know that I am undefeated. I suggested this to fellow moustachioed old git and often tennis partner, the wingco, but he said boasting about success was a trait that illustrated that I did not go to a proper school. Nothing much changed last night,  I can still be accused of not going to the right school.

Tennis was a triumph for the Mogs, those tennis old gits united in moustache’s, despite Greg Harris from Cote d’Azur Villas pulling in a ringer in the form of Paul the film maker, who was accused of making something called wank-movies at dinner after his sound defeat. I know little about the film industry, but I do remember the Rank organisation and perhaps whom ever used this phrase has problems pronouncing their R’s? Anyway despite this blatant attempt to raise the standards of his tennis partnership, and despite the ringer playing brilliantly, it was not sufficient to overcome the Mogs, who were once gain overpoweringly awesome.

Dinner was taken in the square at the Cafe Des Arcades in Valbonne, and I noted on a visit to the urinals that they have Dyson hand dryers, which are absolutely brilliant, drying ones hands completely. They reminded me that one of my friends recently emailed me to say that he would shortly be out of hospital. Apparently, the Dyson Ball Cleaner does not do exactly what he had hoped.

The Tour De Finance completes the Provence leg of it tour this evening, so I will be in Nice at the Boscolo Hotel this evening between 5 30 and 8 30, bravely continuing my missionary work with the ex pat community, saving them money on their foreign exchange transfers. Of course it would be churlish of me not to join these soon to be happier hordes in a glass if wine at Currencies Direct expense, so I think the term dutiful will be on my lips a lot today.

We have an invitation to dinner on Wednesday at Peachy Butterfield’s, when I hope to sample a Warrington Wioja which he has promised, and then on Thursday evening there is the Currencies Direct sponsored champagne reception for international networking group Internations, at the Miramar Beach restaurant on the beach at Cannes at 6pm. I venture to suggest that there will be no Warrington Wioja available on Thursday, such is the exclusivity of the Wednesday night event.

Chris France