Theological or illogical?

A bloody theological debate! That’s what is happening in the depths of the comments section, hidden way below the main text, and me, a committed atheist. As if a loquacious litany of limericists living the literary low life (alliteration) in my column is not enough, now they are all spouting about religion. On the other hand, even religious people may need to move foreign exchange from time to time, so I suppose it means that the word of Currencies Direct can be spread further, and as we should all know by now that this is the original raisin d’être for this daily missive. That and a good gossip and hopefully a laugh or two.

So a quiet day yesterday, which paradoxically after the storm of the last 4 days of mayhem and enjoyment was, in a weird way, quite welcome. The 600 calories diet regime is now refined down to a fine art; a slice of Nimble, no butter, half a can of Heinz baked beans and a few mushrooms for a late breakfast, chicken and roasted vegetables for early evening dinner then fruit and a couple of Virgin Mary’s for dinner, then get to bed before you start chewing the furniture. The trouble is that, due to a late scheduled lunch on Monday with an Evoque driving northerner, we have to do it all again today. 10 pounds has gone since returning catastrophically corpulent after an excellent summer in Valbonne though, so even the bathroom scales are beginning to cooperate, but the teeth marks in the table are a bit of worry.

The Chunctonbury Ring, where we may walk today

I need to be looking svelte for my Thursday evening date with the stars. Faded stars perhaps but Duran Duran, Intense Books and Denis Regan, have invited myself and That Nice Lady Decorator to the launch of their new book ” Careless Memories – Duran Duran on tour 1984″ on Thursday evening at a secret location in the West End. Well it’s not secret to me of course otherwise I would not be able to go.

I say the group have invited me but really it is my lawyer, who is probably feeling guilty about the swingeing fees he has charged me in the past. I am hoping that his alter ego, Al Yiddley, the Jewish lawyer from Allwoodley, the famous Jewish area near Leeds, will make an appearance, usually after a surfeit of champagne, but as the event finishes at 9pm, I suspect he will not, as his appearances tend to be later in the evening than that. There is always the possibility that we may go on after the party and exhibition, at which I am hoping the Duran’s might play, if they still can.

Talking of the north, I believe that we shall shortly see the launch of my new weekly column for Onboard Online, in which I shall be setting the record straight on the north/south divide. I shall be batting for the civilised south of England, whilst the Trott like presence (cricket fans will know what I mean) of man mountain Peachy Butterfield will be scribbling away defending the indefensible; life up north. I will be arguing that Hadrian’s Wall was a good idea, it was just built in the wrong place and nowhere near high enough, and expounding the virtues and the rewards of living in the south of England, whilst Le Grande Peche will be seeking to defend, amongst other things; pigeon fancying, whippets, dog trials, roadkill barbies and mushy peas, amongst a plethora of all nasty things northern. It should be fun and as soon as it is launched you will read about it here. It will be a walk over.

Chris France
@Valbonne_News