Kebab lust in Cannes

Neil Humphrey will no doubt be at “church” this morning at Cafe Latin where he will be boasting that he has tickets for George Micheal in September. Now, regular readers will know that Neil is my fashion guru, and his interesting use of mauves and pinks and cardigans in particular mark him down as a man fully in touch with his feminine side. It seems to me that this engagement with his softer side can only be enhanced by going to a concert given by one of the most important gay icons of our age, so I will be watching carefully to see what colours and styles will be in vogue in the run up to this very important event.

Last night to the wonderful Miramar beach Restaurant on the beach at Cannes for the Internations event sponsored by Currencies Direct, or me, if they wont pay for it. There really is no better place than Cannes beach as the sun goes down to stage a reception, but I want to ensure that none of my readers think that this event was anything but work for me. Networking, that is talking to people over a drink, can be an extremely exhausting activity, and it is true that by the end of the evening I was tired and emotional enough to consider, and then quickly become determined to buy and eat a kebab.  As I have said before, kebab’s are monstrously unattractive as food until, miraculously, late in the evening when you have not eaten, suddenly they become very alluring indeed. The worst thing is that when buying the offending item, and being asked if you want it blathered in chilli sauce, your mind screams no, but a voice from deep within you says “yes please” and lots too”. This is a picture I took of the networking event venue earlier in the evening before the landscape changed, quite literally;

The Internations networking event taking place The Miramar beach in Cannes. I don't usually like to take pictures of workplaces but have made an exception here

A little later on in the evening The Internations event was brought to a close by the sudden arrival of diggers on the beach. No, I do not mean kids with spades building sand castles, or a bunch of unruly Australians,  but big mechanical diggers which were digging up and emptying huge bags of sand which must have been placed there in the spring to stop stormy weather from damaging the beach restuarants. This is all perfectly acceptable, and environmentally sound, but  surely timing is everything, and to get these machines on the beach just after sunset, with people arriving for dinner seems a tad perverse, why not at 9am when no one is around? I do love the French sense of occasion.

Man on the phone complaining to police about mechanical diggers on the beach

Wayne Brown from FR2day has kindly loaned me one of his apartments in Cannes for the weekend, so it would seem churlish not to take up that offer and enjoy a rare social night out, as I have been working almost every night this week and I need a break. The town should be fairly quiet as most people will have  decamped to Monaco for the Grand Prix.  I shall not be going to Monte Carlo for two reasons, firstly I consider it to be an over blown festival of boy racers all drinking too much and showing off in their cars and yachts, a disgusting exhibition of the idle rich enjoying conspicuous consumption on a truly horrid scale, and secondly because  I have not been invited.

Chris France