500th blog

Milestones are coming thick and fast, the 500th column today and over 30,000 visitors to this site in total. Talking of thick and fast, I think that could be an apt description of this blog, written fast by someone who is a bit thick.

Some reaction, mostly on Facebook, to my piece about naked spooning yesterday. The mother of the child involved in revealing details of this mystifying activity, the wife of Charles the spy- whose phone number goes some way to confirming his work as it ends in 007  as I discovered yesterday-  is the subject of my picture today. This seems to be the best way to read a menu. She has often been accused of seeing things through rose-coloured spectacles, and the rose in this case is the wine not the plant. i think she knows the difference but cannot be sure.

It's all a rose-tinted haze, especially when you have two pairs of glasses on

I hear from Debs Frost that she prefers “naked forking” rather than naked spooning, neither expressions of which I had previously been aware and I am afraid this is now a slippery slope; I fear the debate is about to descend to the usual Stygian depths of innuendo and smut regularly associated with this column. So to get in first what type of activity could be associated with naked corkscrewing? How would one enjoy a naked garlic crush? and where would a naked salad spinner fit in? Naked pestle and mortar?  Questions, questions, but I want answers. You can always reply below with any thoughts or suggestions. In fact if you enjoy this daily skewed look at the life of the idle rich of Valbonne you could always subscribe, there is a subscribe button down below, you would be surprised at the number of fine upstanding members of the community have subscribed already, but if you have subscribed, do not worry, your guilty secret is safe with me.

So the dust settled, and I was looking forward to an alcohol free, nose to the grindstone working week until Sunday when we are invited to a barbecue in Valbonne. However, what I am looking forward to and what actually happens may be two very different animals, as that nice lady decorator does not do “leisure” or “relaxing” very well, hence my fingers were crossed without much expectation. And so it came to pass, by early evening, I had turned down two requests to join her in a sun-downer, but when I agreed to take my daughter to Mougins, she decided to come along and I knew she was angling to stop for a beer on the way home, and so it came to pass.

We stopped off at Le Menthe Deuce in Mougins, which as looked a rather unprepossessing establishment from the outside but the interior outdoor area was a revelation as my picture tomorrow will show. Moroccan feel, great swathes of Moroccan chic on the outside, a wonderful environment. It’s such a pity that I don’t get Moroccan food because the place was so nice that I would have stayed for dinner if I had found anything on the menu that I liked, frankly tajines and couscous leave me cold, and after the hardships of eating all the northern fayre in the last week or so, I am afraid I need something to eat that is a; nice, b; does not clog my veins with cholesterol and fat

So today, more work catching upon my commitments to Currencies Direct, which I can now mention with impunity, now that I am back ar work. I have not mentioned them for three whole weeks, so if you are thinking if transferring currency shortly and want a great deal, click here

Chris France