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Brandy snaps at your heels

November 9, 2011

As I awoke Mr Otway from the deepest of slumber yesterday morning to get him to the airport in time to catch his plane back to England, I spotted the brandy glass beside his bed, with still some brandy left in it. It was a reminder that, after a long lunch, a serious session in La Kavanou, peeling off to The Queens Legs and then falling out of there for a late night drunken curry at the Kashmir, that,  rather unbelievably, we were still thirsty when we got to my house and considered a brandy as a suitable and necessary night-cap. John was pleased with himself because he had not drunk all of it. What willpower!

A day such as Monday would have been enough for a mere hard-drinking mortal for a week, but of course John Otway and I had done something similar on the Sunday in the company of Steve Frost and his brothers Simon and Matt, head honcho of French Mortgage Xpress and lead sponsor of the most successful book launch in Valbonne this week. The book is available by mail order from me so if anyone has a paypal account or wants to send me cash, these valuable and if required, signed first editions of “Summer In The Cote d’Azur” can be speeding on their way to you, price 12 Euros plus 4 euros p & p or £10 + £3.50 p & p in sterling, a very good exchange rate, even better than you can get with Currencies Direct. Alternatively it will shortly be available on Amazon or Lulu as soon as I can work out how to do it.

I now have some pictures from the launch and show one of these today. There may ne more to come this week. You will see that it is of a celebrity, a man who has appeared alongside some of the greatest living comedians and in some of the best sitcoms ever made holding a copy, one may even say clutching lovingly a copy of a certain book launched successfully this week..

s it just me or does Stephen Frost look like he could be Alistair Darlings love child? he has good literary taste don't you think?

Startlingly, the mayor office sent one of his deputies to enjoy the luncheon invitation, and even more startling was that she got it, she laughed when she should and we now have a meeting with her to discuss future events. This represents the opportunity for a great breakthrough: We have grandiose plans, although I admit some of these were formulated under the influence of a post book launch alcoholic haze.

So by the time most of the regular readers of this column are reading this, I will have been up at the crack of sparrows to board a plane for the glories of Gatwick. It is my parental duty to go to sprog 2’s parents evening and then to drink loads of proper English beer and feed both sprogs as sprog 1 is coming up from Guildford for the evening.

Two days of the hellish English winter await me, but it will hard to tell the difference, so poor has the weather been here for the last few days, but it seems the whole of southern Europe has been similarly affected.

More work on Friday as the detailed planning of the next literary event, the hilarious John Otway lecture on December 12th at the Auberge Provencal will commence. Already significant numbers have signed up for this early festive feast which will be sold out in advance and is currently only being promoted via this column and to people who attended the launch of my book.

Chris France

17 Comments leave one →
  1. Rev. Jeff permalink
    November 9, 2011 11:43 am

    Now if you want to read a real literary masterpiece just turn to page 60 of today’s Daily Mail and peruse my latest poem. Readership four and a half million and I didn’t have to pay for publication !!!! Enjoy Blighty.

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    • November 9, 2011 2:41 pm

      I am so sorry but the Daily Mail is banned in France…for reasons any sensible person would understand…

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  2. Pinman permalink
    November 9, 2011 2:21 pm

    ” just turn to page 60 of today’s Daily Mail ”

    Chris would sooner turn to page 3 in the Sun………………as his version of poetry is a foaming pint of London Pride !

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  3. Rev. Jeff permalink
    November 9, 2011 2:44 pm

    Good point well made. Now I come to think of it he used to say his favourite poem was about some boat called The Good Ship Venus. Can’t remember how it went now………!

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  4. Pinman permalink
    November 9, 2011 5:06 pm

    ” his favourite poem was about some boat called The Good Ship Venus.”

    The verse about the cabin boy is the best……….

    BTW……..having deigned to open my wifes copy of the Daily Wail, I found your poem had been printed on page 62 in the version produced on this rain wracked riviera.
    Great poetic magnificence, which Wagner could have set to music, especially as your paean was directly below the headline “My brush with Herr Hitler’s traffic cops” !!

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  5. Pinman permalink
    November 9, 2011 5:50 pm

    Don’t even THINK of perfect positions whilst away from home or I will grass you up to that
    N L D…………..!!

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  6. Rev. Jeff permalink
    November 9, 2011 6:14 pm

    Thanks for nice comment about poem Pinman. If we both try hard we just might be able to refine Chris’s artistic appreciation…….then again!!

    Wasn’t the cabin boys name Paul ? I seem to remember he was afflicted with the same problem as Hitler but was a dab hand with the Golden Virginia !

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  7. Pinman permalink
    November 9, 2011 6:44 pm

    “If we both try hard we just might be able to refine Chris’s artistic appreciation…”

    In classical terms, it might be easier to shove hot butter up a porcupine’s a**e with a red-hot knitting needle at midnight ………….

    I bow to your superior erudition regarding said cabin boy and his proclivities,
    All I remember is that the Captain ended up in the same state of circumspection as me…..!!!

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  8. Pinman permalink
    November 9, 2011 6:58 pm

    No! No! No! You are more confused than usual…..

    It was the Captain who rogered the cabin boy and was converted by inuendo…………..

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  9. Pinman permalink
    November 9, 2011 7:02 pm

    P S If you can find a decent pint of John Courage Director’s bitter within 10 miles of Chiswell Street, it’s my shout………..

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  10. Rev. Jeff permalink
    November 9, 2011 7:44 pm

    ‘was converted by inuendo’

    Was he the gay Spanish Bosun ?

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  11. Pinman permalink
    November 9, 2011 8:35 pm

    A gay Spanish bosun called Juan
    Thought a night with a lass would be fun.
    But it ended in farce
    When he went for her—-
    And she blew off his balls with a gun.

    Longfellow !.
    .

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  12. Rev. Jeff permalink
    November 9, 2011 9:04 pm

    I like it. Certainly an improvement on Hiawatha ! Which you could probably rhyme with’ I’ve a whoppa’ with a bit of effort !

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  13. November 17, 2011 11:52 am

    I do not even know how I ended up here, but I thought this post was good. I do not know who you are but certainly you’re going to a famous blogger if you are not already 😉 Cheers!

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