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A pole apart

June 26, 2012

It just had to be a quieter day than the previous two. A massive party on Saturday followed by an even more massive boat trip and lunch a lunch at Tahiti Beach in St Tropez had to take its toll, and I knew for whom the bells tolled, it was for me. I know it was a Monday but there was no option. However it took 3 good bloody mary’s at lunchtime to re-establish good humour.

But we are hardy folk down here in the Cote d’Azur and once the heat of the sun had abated slightly and a full siesta had been properly taken it just seemed right to have a couple of beers in the web just to cement the recovery. Almost inevitably there was an opportunity to trawl through the myriad of pictures that had been taken over the two days and you will not be surprised to know that I have featured one such animal today. Yesterday’s picture featured an animal in the shape of ageing Lothario Nick Davies. He featured again today with a different kind of animal, a nice lady decorating pole dancing animal.

Pole dancing aboard L’Exocet

The case for the defence will, I suppose, contend that the mast of Master Mariners Mundell’ sailing boat l’Exocet could have easily been mistaken for a pole, and with loud music emanating from the galley, mistaking it for a pole as in pole dancing is an error anyone could have made. Anyone that is who had consumed a skinful. Those that have had previous experience of party loving Nick Davies will also know that he needs little encouragement to join in, well, with anything at anytime, with no thought of the consequences. Indeed, I do not believe he knows the meaning of the word. (Is that where one thing leads to another?). Thus today’s picture came into being.

Earlier, with hands shaking and double vision encroaching, I had managed to complete the usual days work for Currencies Direct, but post bloody mary’s siesta and cold beers I was ready once again, until about 11pm when I crashed and burned.

It was at around 4am that I became aware of talking, laughing and yes, it has to be said, cackling disturbing the quiet summer night-time peace of Provence. It seems that the nice lady decorating pole dancer suddenly remembered that she had a great deal to discuss with the lovely steely eyed, occasionally blonde, Lisa Thornton Allan and sprog 2 who arrived back home last evening. Such was its importance of those discussion that it could not wait until morning, but when she came to bed I asked her what was the subject but she could not recall. I do know that they were sufficiently well gone to have started drinking from the Peachy Butterfield 10 litre wine box which is left in the pav for Peachy’s private delectation and delight.

It’s an interesting wine. During the day and before a party kicks off one would not touch it with a barge pole, except for fun, but in the certain knowledge that if the barge pole comes into direct contact with the noxious liquid that it would be somewhat shorter when removed due to the abrasive qualities of the liquid inside. There is only one person whom I know can stomach it, unless one has an unhealthy alcoholic stomach lining is in place. Hence the reason it is left in place for him. For the white wine loving girls to drink red is a rarity, to have dipped into the Chateau Bargepole was astonishing. However, Le Grande Peche leaves for his summer holidays in the darkest north of England shortly and there is only about 5 litres left, so it might just stand one more visit from him.

Chris France

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Pinman permalink
    June 26, 2012 9:46 am

    Evidence has been found that William Tell and his family were avid bowlers.

    Unfortunately, all the Swiss League records were destroyed in a fire.

    …and so we’ll never know for whom the Tells bowled.

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  2. Rev. Jeff permalink
    June 26, 2012 11:47 am

    Ouch !!!!

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  3. Rev. Jeff permalink
    June 26, 2012 1:59 pm

    Yes very good. TNLD is really into the whole Harry Worth thing at the moment isn’t she.

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