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German Shooting Trousers incident avoided

October 3, 2010

I am accused of snoring, but it is a fallacy. I have never heard myself snoring and I never will. If is the case, which I do not accept, then the simple remedy of earplugs would seem to be the best way forward.  I suggested such a course of action to that nice lady decorator but I am afraid that I cannot repeat what she said in response. In any event, any utterances I may make during sleep would only be expressions of love, and I admit I had the temerity (or is that stupidity) to suggest this but this defence did not work either…

Yesterday to St Donat for the Riviera Times Golf Cup, and just as importantly a champagne buffet. St Donat looks glorious in the sunshine as my picture shows. If only they had staged the Ryder Cup here than on the edge of a sodden and windswept slag heap in Wales of all places! Was there no civilised alternative? Payola must be alive and well.

St Donat golf course resplendent in early morning sunshine

The format was for a “Texas Scramble” which some may think is some kind of American hill descent or maybe has some sexual overtones, but it is just a form of golf where you play with a partner. . Given that the Riviera Times who were staging the event are German owned, there was a high percentage of German entrants in the tournament, which indeed was won by some Germans, so I was especially glad that Mick Pedley, he of the “German Shooting Trousers” oft mentioned in this column was not there, as I suspect there could have been an incident.

Lunch today will be taken at a fabulous villa in Mougins, owned by Simon Howes and his delectable Sarah.  Simon’s penchant for  a decent cigar, somewhat of a rarity in these health conscious times, is particularly welcome, and gives me the opportunity to stock up on Montecristo No 2’s for what I expect to be a smoke-filled and happy afternoon.

This week I must once again continue with my work with Currencies Direct, attending some seminars organised by The Spectrum Group at Cap D’ail near Monaco and St Endreol over in the Var. These worthy if slightly boring events are of particular use to people who have just moved into the area or are in any way concerned about tax, investment, health insurance and the general functioning of the burgeoning French beaurocracy.  If any one wants to come check out www.mikelorimer.com for full details, I think it is free to attend. I shall be there to advise anyone who still uses their bank to move foreign exchange, to convert to Currencies Direct.  Indeed, I think convert is a good word to use here, as I do feel evangelical about it, particularly as I write this on Sunday morning.  Jeff Potter will be pleased!

Apparently Glastonbury tickets go on sale today and I have seen a website where one can stay in four-poster grandeur with a butler, full backstage access, Michelin star chef providing food for the entire festival and a 24 hour bar.  And do you know what? I fancy doing it again now armed with tis knowledge, just got to find the £3500 per person to pay for it!

Chris France

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Golf wind-up shocker

October 2, 2010

I don’t know what it is, but whenever I play friendly golf with my pals, especially when Mr Surrey is involved, there seems to be an orchestrated attempt to put me off my game. They don’t like me winning, perhaps because I am insufferable in victory but sulky in defeat.
The Golf yesterday at Opio Valbonne was great fun, and of course when I win, which due to my superior ability, certainly when playing with Mr Surrey, the wing co and Paul Thornton Allan, is always the case in real terms,  I am often denied victory due to the idiosyncrasies of the handicap system. Add to this any number of deliberate attempts by all the others to wind me up, and between them giving each other  putts of up to 8 feet, forgetting to count all their own shots whilst at the same time trying to add un played shots to my score, and you have a recipe to wind me up.
He knows his antics get to me, this is of course why they do it, I know they are doing it, they know I know, but it still winds me up. Lunch was taken afterwards on the sunny terrace whilst the wash out of the Ryder Cup first day is discussed.
Particularly good at this wind up, and that one that enjoys it the most is Mr Surrey. I think he is bitter because, as I write this he is already back in the UK experiencing the autumnal elements, whilst we are still basking in summer warmth.
We meet Peter Bennett of Blue Water at the golf course, who is taking a well-earned days break from the madness of the yachting world as represented by the Monaco Yacht Show which finished last week. He begs me to write more articles for him and I accept. One must help out where one can, plus there is money in it!

Another view of Villefranche from our terrace on Friday morning

Recently I was taken to task for being rude about my mother country, as I am often rude about many aspects, especially the weather. But many aspects of England make me angry, and complaining about it gives me a kind of release. I want England to be what it was and should be, but Jeremy Clark son has it right, political correctness, jealousy of success and the slavish interpretation of all European regulations together with Health and Safety legislation, the so called nanny state, makes it impossible for me to consider living back there at present, or I suspect ever.
Today I will be at St Donat for the Riviera Times Golf Cup. St Donat is a great little course and tomorrow should be fun, but of course it should not be forgotten that the only reason I will be there is because of work. There will be many ex pats playing, many of whom will still be suffering a 3% or more hit by their banks when sending money down here to live. I just feel that as I know how easy it is to avoid these excessive costs,  it is my duty to pass this knowledge on to the unfortunates whom have not yet seen the light that can be provided by Currencies Direct.

Chris France

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Facebook Face Off

October 1, 2010

Just outside Plascassier stands the house where Edith Piaf died. It is owned by Rupert Scott who is kind enough to have previously offered us the opportunity to use his tennis court that stands in the grounds. The tennis results in a resounding trouncing for Mr Surrey and Pash, a Gulfstream pilot who, with his penchant for the lob is clearly all about altitude, one particular mustachioed old git being on spectacular form.
Rupert happens to be at home when we arrive, so we  invite him to join us at lunch, with a late change of venue to Auberge de Provence in Plascassier as the Auberge St Donat was full. Rupert is always one for a good story, and tells us of his son borrowing the car and an Air rifle and doing some poaching, trouble is his son was 14…. Lunch was a slightly tamer affair than usual due to my presence being required at Villefranche Sur Mer, from where I am writing this, whilst enjoying this view.

A nice view to wake up to of the bay at Villefranche Sur Mer

Red Radish catering were looking after the food offerings at the Riviera Business Club and the nice lady plasterer was pressed into waitressing, a fine reward I thought for 19 years of marriage. She however did not see it that way and I was thus relieved of rather too many Euros for some trinkets at the market before the off.
Facebook was the subject of the Riviera Business Club, formerly known as the British Chamber Of Commerce, before it was discovered it was being run by a Dutchman.and a number of interesting facts came  to light. In 6 years since Facebook started with the sole aim to get to know girls, it has signed up 500 million users in 180 countries (there are only 192 recognised in total) and that by the time of the Olympics in 2012 they will have a billion people signed up . Scary stuff, although why anyone wants to know that their friend is on the toilet defeats me.
The point being made is that Facebook and the internet generally is ripping up all pre conceived notions of advertising spend and information dissemination. Thankfully, as an old git, I am hoping that I will not have to embrace this movement towards social networking, I and old-fashioned enough to still enjoy the face to face way of doing it. Indeed I met some interesting people last night, many of whom will soon become customers of Currencies Direct and enjoy all the resultant benefits.
Villefranche is charming, slightly sleepy, lovely little alleyways, galleries, a pretty port area, and a nice hotel with views across the port and bay towards the beach, The venue for the meeting last night was a fantastic room above the 14th Century Chapelle St Pierre, right on the sea front, with a great balcony with views across the bay. blimey I am sounding like a travel guide!
Today 9 holes of golf late morning where I shall once again beat the wingco, Paul Thornton Allan and Mr Surrey and stick the customary banknote to my forehead in time honoured celebration of victory, then a spot of lunch at Chateau Begude, life can be so tough..
Then tomorrow a full on golf event with The Riviera Times at St Donut, despite the fact that my promised column in this months issue has not materialised. I believe they are saving it for the bigger Christmas issue. That’s what they told me and that is what I want to believe. there is a cup up for grabs, so an early night and no alcohol would be the sensible option.  However, the s chances of that happening are a little remote!

Chris France

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Best on line resource in Valbonne? http://www.valbonneonline.com/

Secret supper club http://www.red-radish.com/

Wedding reception? http://www.bastidestmathieu.com/

Valbonne Tourist Office http://www.tourisme-valbonne.com

Top quality interior designer? http://www.marineguigue.com/

John Otway’s New  Book? www.johnotway.com

Modular portable exhibition system? http://www.creative-village.co.uk/web_ads/bigger_picture.html

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Best Estate Agent in Mandelieu? www.chrisma.com

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Estate Agents Challenge Revealed

September 30, 2010

To Mr Surrey for dinner requires a tightrope of time management to be walked. 7 30 – 8.00 gives one, on the face of it, half an hour with which to juggle, but should we arrive nearer to 7 30 or 8?, to avoid the opprobrium (never of course formally expressed) of being late, or worse, early.  These are scenarios I am keen to avoid. Luckily the wingo has no such qualms and arrives with his delectable wife Maryse  a full 45 minutes (about 6.5 “Spensleys”) late for the dinner and I can almost feel Mr Surrey’s displeasure.
Much ribald humour abounds whilst a concerted attempt was made by the guests to a lowering of the EEC wine lake, with Wayne from FR2day and Lucy from Red Radish in fine form. Also in attendance was senior HSBC banking and property sort Nigel Hindle, who regales us with stories from when he and Mr Surrey were estate agents in London in the 1980’s.
I will draw a discreet veil over some of the more dubious practices, but never again will I allow an estate agent to be other than closely supervised when visiting my properties. The apparently often used “challenge” of trying to find out in 30 seconds what kind of contraception the owners used amuses and appalls me in equal measure.
I make no apology for showing again one of my favourite pictures of the year from late spring of Mr Hindle on top form posing on a stage reserved for a fashion show in Valbonne.

Senior HSBC executive loosens up before work

Tonight to the Riviera Business Club event in Villefranche Sur Mer in my capacity as a Regional Controller for Currencies Direct, where I shall be learning the secrets of Facebook networking from an expert who organises Facebook pages for such luminaries as Wayne Rooney.
I will be especially intrigued to find out if his social networking activities have in any way contributed to the spate of allegations about his private life. I hope to be able to enlighten you, especially as to how to lure older women into ones net!
Of course the main reason for attending is that the catering is in the hands of the afore-mentioned Lucy whose red radish team will be augmented by that nice lady decorator, who has been pressed into service for the evening. I can only hope that she does not end up “sampling” the champagne too much whilst working.  It has happened before and will happen again.
Rather than travel back I shall be staying to celebrate (if that is the correct word) my wedding anniversary at the renowned Welcome Hotel overlooking the port and seaside in Villefranche. Before that this morning tennis where no doubt the mustachioed old gits will once again strain their guts, netting a win (that’s enough tennis talk), followed by lunch at the Auberge St Donat.
Thus a busy day ahead which will strain my constitution to the limits and then a day of recovery I hope before the Riviera Times Golf Cup tournament on Saturday at the lovely St Donat, where I shall be meeting some of my future fans whom will doubtless want to meet the publications newest columnist.
Chris France

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http://frenchriviera-properties.com/

Rent my house in summer? http://www.holiday-rentals.co.uk/p412514

Best on line resource in Valbonne? http://www.valbonneonline.com/

Secret supper club http://www.red-radish.com/

Wedding reception? http://www.bastidestmathieu.com/

Valbonne Tourist Office http://www.tourisme-valbonne.com

Top quality interior designer? http://www.marineguigue.com/

John Otway’s New  Book? www.johnotway.com

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Wood you believe it?

September 29, 2010

That’s it, booked. I am off to Brisbane for the First Test against Australia which starts at the GABBA on 25th November. Having mentioned it to just about every cricket fan I know, it looks like I am going to be Billy No Mates, and am going alone.

Mr Surrey aka Mark Gurdon, has arrived in the Cote d’Azur and has already finalised the minutiae of all his social engagements. I see from the listing that I have been emailed, exactly where I am expected to be and at what time. I suspect the wingco’s agenda has some very different meeting times on it though, as Mr Surrey would have to off set Spensley Time, which as we know is a unit of time approximating to 7 minutes, the minimum time (there is no maximum time)  of his habitual lateness.

I was determined to stay away from sheep today but the problem I often have is what picture to use on the blog, and at this moment my entire stock of photographs ready for consideration have sheep connotations, so I apologise in advance for today’s picture below. However, in mitigation, and to try to put all you sheep lovers’ aspirations onto a more normal footing, I feel justified.  Sheep are for eating!

Salted sheep, lovely, They should also be feeding them mint so they can be flavoured from the inside

I am feeling a little unwanted today as I have not, since the day before yesterday, received an expression of love for me from any brooding magnificent latin rugby playing chaps. I had begun to enjoy the attention. And so when the invitation from Mr and Mrs Surrey, who had just flown in from err.. Surrey, came early evening to do some quiet impromptu “square bashing”, then despite all my determination to maintain temperance, the sadness of failing to receive similar love notes, tipped the balance and I confess I weakened and accepted.

Just a pint of Guinness, followed by a pizza and a couple of glasses of wine. Some amusement was expressed at the exchange of emails between myself and the wingco over tennis and some logs that I had kindly taken away from him. Regular readers will know that the wingco claims not to have my email address. Here is the text of my last email to him, responding to an email he had sent me. I feel I can print his email to me for two reasons; because it clearly did not arrive, and because he refuses to read this column. How could it be received if he does not my email address?

His email;

” I am prepared to consider shaving something of the price. I’d have to be barking to palm it off for much less, but you’ve clearly twigged that by now. Ivy sily got enough for another load here. I know that you can be indeciduous at times, and that you consider me to be ever green, or even thick as a plank, but anyway we won’t go over that old chestnut again..

You maple another full trailer up my drive and take alder logs I have, as long as you cedar way to paying me for them.

I hope you don’t mind my plane speaking, but I think you’ll agree it’s only fir.

My response

“Although I havent heard from Yew, I hope you don’t think I have tried to Balsa my log store at your expense or else I suspect I will not be Poplar

I am afraid the quality of the logs I Teak is rather low, in fact I think one could say Dogswood, giving out a lot of Black Ash, in fact I did not want to Lumber you with them.   Douglas Fir, my Gum chewing friend from Canada understands logs, in fact he Redwood at Aspen and despite many Silver Birchings,  still holds an Olive branch for Eucalyptus College in Sandalwood despite standards there which Willower over time. Butternut dwell on this subject which hurts me a great deal, I am in Mahogany but walnut show it. I will get the hickory shafted tennis racket out tonight, and hope we will take the Elm on Thursday and make at least one person with doubtful northern ancestry unhappy.  I love to see the Scots Pine.

Small Mog (mahogany abbrev.)”

Of course MOG stands for mustachioed old gits, the name of the wingco’s and I tennis partnership.  I think my writing style may be a bit wooden

Chris France

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Rent my house in summer? http://www.holiday-rentals.co.uk/p412514

Best on line resource in Valbonne? http://www.valbonneonline.com/

Secret supper club http://www.red-radish.com/

Wedding reception? http://www.bastidestmathieu.com/

Valbonne Tourist Office http://www.tourisme-valbonne.com

Top quality interior designer? http://www.marineguigue.com/

John Otway’s New  Book? www.johnotway.com

Modular portable exhibition system? http://www.creative-village.co.uk/web_ads/bigger_picture.html

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Best Estate Agent in Mandelieu? www.chrisma.com

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The tender side of rugby

September 28, 2010

There is still so much material that could be used from last weeks trip to London for The France Show, but I have decided to steer ewe away from any more sheep stories for the time being whilst I sort through all the pictures, information and gossip which I have received over the last few days. However, I must just include this photo as it has an uncanny resemblance to a cloven hoof;

As Rolf Harris might say "Can you see what it is yet?"

Today I have been concentrating on guiding Currencies Direct to improvements in their tools to enable me to more fully educate those lucky few who have learned that their banks rip them off on foreign exchange deals. Had I known how much the banks soak up I could have once saved 33,000 euros on one transfer!
The Wingco, who claims he does not have my email address (because he doesn’t want it) emails to say that tennis is arranged for Thursday morning. He is uncertain if I will get the message as he dies not have my email address. If lunch is to follow, it will make it a long day, as myself and that nice lady plasterer must visit Villefranche Sur Mer for the Facebook British Riviera Club Event the same evening.  I am concerned that if I follow the wingco’s intentions (which seem to be the normal, ie after tennis then lunch, to sample cognac on his sunny terrace above the pool and watch the sun go down over the Esterel hills whilst playing some obscure blues ) then I will possibly not be at my best by evening.
The overnight stay in Villefranche sur Mer after the Riviera Business Club Facebook event is planned for that day to “celebrate” 19 years of er…togetherly plastering on October 1st. So what passes for Romance in my world is in the air.
Whilst on this lovey dovey theme, some days ago I received a message from Gerald Gomis, husband of the beautiful Pippa, head honcho of Currencies Direct France, wishing me a tender goodnight, to which I responded with amusement as I believed it was unintentionally misdirected. I know that had it been me to make such an error that I would be extra careful about where my personal messages were ending up in the future.
So it was especially surprising, and rather scary, to be told by Gerald in a message late last night that he loved me. Gerald is the strong silent brooding type. A former professional rugby player with the broad framed physique one would expect, plus he has a latin side to him which I’m sure makes his presence alluring to man ladies. However, much as he is a nice chap, and I have some very dear gay friends, I am disconcerted by this attention. Some of my friends who went to the ‘right” public schools in England, which clearly I did not, have first hand experience of situations like this and are consequently more experienced in how to deal with them, but I confess I do not.
Wishing me happy birthday was the giveaway, mine is in January, and Pippa’s was yesterday, but I can’t help thinking he is trying to tell me something, like using Blackberry Messenger is not his strong point.
Next week there are financial seminars hosted by Mike Lorimer at Cap D’Ail near Monaco and over in the Var which I shall attend, more details at mikelorimer.com

Chris France

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Best French Riviera Property Agent?

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http://frenchriviera-properties.com/

Rent my house in summer? http://www.holiday-rentals.co.uk/p412514

Best on line resource in Valbonne? http://www.valbonneonline.com/

Secret supper club http://www.red-radish.com/

Wedding reception? http://www.bastidestmathieu.com/

Valbonne Tourist Office http://www.tourisme-valbonne.com

Top quality interior designer? http://www.marineguigue.com/

John Otway’s New  Book? www.johnotway.com

Modular portable exhibition system? http://www.creative-village.co.uk/web_ads/bigger_picture.html

Living France, Le Blog   http://livinginfrance.mon-coach-langues.com

Best Estate Agent in Mandelieu? www.chrisma.com

Ceramic Cafe in Biot? www.latassedecouleur.com

Rent a villa in Cote D’Azur? www.myperfectvilla.com

Woolley Jumpers anyone?

September 27, 2010

Now I don’t quite know what drives the viewing figures for this blog, but mentions of sheep seem to have an inordinately positive impact, so I felt duty bound to print a snapshot of a website found recently in New Zealand. I would like to say that it was sent to me by well-known (in this column) sheep fancier Steve Weston, but it wasn’t, and I think it would be wrong of me to reveal that it was Adrian Burgering who did, so I won’t, but his continued anonymity cannot be guaranteed, unless he seeks immediate help. Actually, in this context, that surname becomes a mite doubtful..

Find your perfect baartner

Personally if ones find solace in sheep, that is matter for them, and if that is the case then a logical extension of that theme would seem to be the existence of social networking sites dedicated to that particular strand of “entertainment”.  I am sure that golfing buddy Steve Weston, himself a confirmed sheep lover will find this internet development very rewarding.
And talking of social networking sites, Later this week on Thursday the Riviera Business Club are running an event in Villefranche Sur Mer to explain the benefits of using Facebook, which I shall attend in my capacity as a Regional Coordinator (as opposed to Fat Controller as was unkindly suggested by one of my fellow delegates whilst attending the France Show at Olympia last week)  for Currencies Direct. The expert making the presentation organises pages for many stars such as Wayne Rooney and Dolly The Sheep, sorry Dolly was just a tease for my sheep fetish followers.
Sinday (yes without spellcheck it comes up as Sinday) seems to me to be an opportunity to sin by drinking rose and enjoy an afternoon of sunshine beside the pool, and so it came to pass. I had considered the possibility of playing golf, but somehow it did not seem the right course of action, better I thought to have a few drinks by the pool and take time to consider the political landscape back in the UK. Anyway, I fell asleep, about 30 seconds after the start of the consideration, and frankly have not yet reached a conclusion.
The week will begin quietly until Wednesday when Mark Gurdon aka Mr Surrey will arrive with his clipboard of events and a tight agenda (no Steve, no double entendres implied here)  and will seek to regiment the lives of anyone with whom he comes into contact. Thus the wingco and I will be getting a short back and sides, polishing our boots and buttons  and be ready for a kit inspection ahead of tennis and golf and, I hope, lunch at the Auberge St Donat as is customary on these occasions, when Mr Surrey will at last here what is left of his hair down.
19 years of blissful marriage will be celebrated this week, blissful for that nice lady decorator anyway,  and to think you do less time for murder. Of course I jest, as she has begun to have occasional sneak looks at this column to see what I am saying about her, especially if she is alerted to something by one of my 5th columnist “friends”

Chris France

Buying a house in France, moving money? www.currenciesdirect.net/chrisfrance

Latest local news? http://www.fr2day.com/

Best Estate Agency in Valbonne? http://www.rivierarealty.net/

Best French Riviera Property Agent?

http://www.afa-international.com/

http://frenchriviera-properties.com/

Rent my house in summer? http://www.holiday-rentals.co.uk/p412514

Best on line resource in Valbonne? http://www.valbonneonline.com/

Secret supper club http://www.red-radish.com/

Wedding reception? http://www.bastidestmathieu.com/

Valbonne Tourist Office http://www.tourisme-valbonne.com

Top quality interior designer? http://www.marineguigue.com/

John Otway’s New  Book? www.johnotway.com

Modular portable exhibition system? http://www.creative-village.co.uk/web_ads/bigger_picture.html

Living France, Le Blog   http://livinginfrance.mon-coach-langues.com

Best Estate Agent in Mandelieu? www.chrisma.com

Ceramic Cafe in Biot? www.latassedecouleur.com

Rent a villa in Cote D’Azur? www.myperfectvilla.com

Soweto necklace in Holland Park?

September 26, 2010

So we leave London, bathed yesterday morning in beautiful sunshine, but only 9 degrees Celsius, I guess one always must expect to compromise.

In the same way, Currencies Direct delegate Alan Monks, who got such a slating for his sheep fetish yesterday,  tells us he compromised in his own way on his luggage allowance when flying in for The France Show. Normal people, if they discover that their suitcase or overnight bag is too big for the Easyjet hand luggage limits, go and buy new luggage, but not Alan, he decided that if he sawed off the wheels and the feet of his existing bag, it would fit perfectly into the Easyjet racks.

This may seem to some, and I admit that I number myself amongst those, to be a rather radical if an entirely sensible solution if, and its a big if, you never have to walk very far carrying your bag.   Alan ended up walking a mile upon arrival due to easybus dropping him at the wrong hotel. So, Alan a new small suitcase for the next convention? Actually, knowing him better now, I suspect he will try to weld the wheels and feet back on for the next trip!

Searching for a morning constitutional took me to nearby Holland Park, which was a stunning surprise. Despite living reasonably nearby for 10 years in the 1980’s I had never been to it   It has nice wild areas, squirrels, superb gardens, lakes, all helped by a rare bright day, as my first picture today shows;

Dahlias in the Dutch Garden at Holland Park

 and then I found this;

How pretty, a Soweto necklace in a garden setting

 No, I don’t know either, interesting perhaps, but as a decoration? I would be happy to hear from anyone who has any ideas.

Of course the sun disappeared by lunchtime, but by that time, having lunched on fish and chips in a pub, we were on our way back to Gatwick to escape back to civilisation in France, and to find out the extent of the damage wreaked by those lovely teenage children, who incidentally were all that nice lady plasterers idea.

Other than needing a pantechnican to remove all the rubbish, and a crowbar to extract the tangled mess that was every single pan in the house out of the dishwasher, I think our subterfuge of telling them we were coming home Friday Night rather than Saturday worked, however suspicions were raised, not least from my son, who could not really understand why, if we flew into Nice on Friday evening, it had taken a full 24 hours to do the 20 minutes to get home. Luckily, neither sprogs read this blog so our secret should be safe.

There are now no social engagements until Wednesday so I am determined to stay on the wagon for as long as possible, after tomorrow obviously as its Sunday and it would be rude not to. If I was religious I would consider that god gave us Sundays off so we can drink rose by the pool. This should illicit a response from at least one old bible thumping pal!

Chris France      

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Currencies Direct delegate in mini baaaa shock

September 25, 2010

I thought I looked OK despite the fact that I felt lousy, but after an hour in the France Show at Olympia, I was instructed by Pippa the French Business Development Manager for Currencies Direct, to return to the hotel and sleep and to come back in the afternoon when hopefully I had recovered somewhat. I think she thought my demeanour was not doing the stand any favours.

Before leaving however, I heard that the odd guy in the shorts who the resident plasterer had befriended and whose picture I featured in yesterday column was later arrested. I felt the police should have been arresting a few others. Indeed, I would not have been surprised to have been bailing out that nice lady decorator from the cells herself this morning,

Two hours kip, a couple of large bloody mary’s and I was up and running again. My planned picture today however is from the big night before last with the Irish guy, featured in yesterdays column.

I think he is a little tired

This was taken before Janey from Friend In France used up most of her red lipstick decorating the poor mans face. Shame, I would have paid money for a photo of that!.

The absurdly named Wagamama was the subject of the attentions of the few delegates still capable of socialising last evening, sadly with senior management and therefore the expense accounts perhaps not open to us, more measured financial arrangements needed to be brought to bear.

In conversation, I mention that one of my golfing pals was unwise enough to reveal that he likes sheep, at which point fellow Currencies Direct delegate Alan Monks, without a trace of embarrassment, one might say without any element of sheepishness, reveals that he once had a pet sheep, Jessica, and confounded the revelation by going on to tell us how she featured in Lancashire Evening Post, and used to go to pubs with him. He also mentioned other activities that they undertook together such as walking and taking her in his car for a dip….I know, that has mind boggling connotations, so at this point I confess I did not want to hear any more.

Regular followers of this column will know how alarmed I became when golfing pal Steve Weston announced that he had a favourite sheep. Clearly sheep fetishism is less rare than I thought.

Much hilarity followed with all the sheep gags, and Archie the Scottish crooner singing “Hello Dolly”, but nearly all the jokes were rather too graphic or frankly disgusting to repeat here, whilst at the same time providing a great deal of entertainment.

Alan Monks "wearing" a relative of Jessica

Of the lines I can repeat, I liked the reference to baby sheep with Alan being asked if he had in his room a mini baaaa…..and his unfortunate reference to taking Jessica walking in Wellington boots (uncertainty reigned over which of them was wearing the Wellingtons) and one delegates Sheepskin jacket (picture below) will never be the same again.

He even drew a picture of her which I feature here.

A picture of Jessica. Note the heart and position of the word cheeky

The ploy of not telling our children we were not coming back last night appears to have failed. Either someone snitched and they discovered our subterfuge, or they are just brazen, but in a late night conversation, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a gathering.  I do not know where they get this trait from.

 

Chris France

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Currencies delegates in drinking shock

September 24, 2010

I had forgotten the joys of travelling at rush hour in Central London, over 1 hour to travel just 5 miles on the tube. Sardines have more space and are slightly less smelly than the trip from Earls Court to Moorgate. I am used to air-conditioned trains with plugs to charge your phone or laptop. The third world lives in London. So a good day of high level currencies discussions, was rewarded with several pints of London Pride at some city pub called the Old Morgans Head or something before we adjourned to Zizzi’s restaurant in the Cromwell Road, an Italian establishment.

 That nice lady decorator has some rather awkward explaining to do, in my opinion. On a gradual scale, as the alcohol she consumes takes effect, exponentially she becomes more friendly with strangers, inviting then to join our select group of Currencies Direct experts. After the 4th such addition, an Irish man who was so boorish and so drunk that he was being held up by his friend, I suddenly remembered that we were to meet for breakfast at 8am this morning and retired to my penthouse (well second floor room with a view of a brick wall). That was at 1am after we had left the restaurant (in the rain that I predicted) where the first of the sad unfortunates that she found had joined us, and we adjourned to the bar of the hotel kindly provided by our sponsors, Currencies Direct, in the Cromwell Rd.

Man wearing shorts in a restaurant in London. You know it is going to be bad news

Whilst sensibly, I retired to bed, some others whom I shall not name (but Pippa Maile, Alan Monks and Janey from Friend In France may well wish to hang their heads in shame this morning), including that nice lady decorator continued celebrating the world of currencies until about 3am.

Doubtless this morning or more likely throughout the day, I will be regaled by those present with stories of the resident plasterers bad behaviour, flirting with men, knocking things over, losing her phone, falling over and the like this morning when the jaded party will reconvene. How do I know this? Because these events always occur when she gets on a mission, these are the normal results, I am in trepidation about what other faux pas she will have visited on herself.

Today to the aptly named, for me, The France Show at Earls Court. It is a nice gesture for Currencies Direct to have the celebration of all things french named after me and in jest I ask the beautiful and serene Zoe Duncombe, our leader, if I shall be required to sign autographs. She also has a laser beam stare which she is able to set to stun at the drop of a hat or the utterance of something she considered stupid, so stunned as I was, I went outside to sit on the naughty step, where I am given a nice cigar by fellow delegate Archie, a Scotsman who unaccountably spent most of the evening singing old Irish songs.

I fear today will be a long one and may require a siesta before whatever city treat awaits me this evening.

Chris France

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Strike for more strikes

September 22, 2010

Occasionally, even someone as healthy as I needs to see a doctor. In my opinion the only reason can be that I am such a fine figure of a man  that he wants to just admire and praise that rugged physique for which I am justly renowned.  That, or if he is reading the blog then there may be a suspicion about my alcohol intake.  Red wine of course is good for you. Full of statins and the like, and the word moderation is in my opinion a subjective term.  An old friend in England (Gordon Cato, I wont embarrass you here by naming you) when asked by his doctor how many units of alcohol he consumed,  asked him what was the recommended maximum. The doctor replied 28 for a man, so he breathed a sigh of relief , “I am well inside the limit, there is no way I could  drink that amount each day”  he said, triumphantly.  Of course the doctor meant 28 units a week….
So I have a touch of high blood pressure, probably brought on by the stress of all that thinking about work, and a tad high cholesterol, but again a subjective term but these are being monitored every few months or so, and best to get this snapshot taken before the London Pride kicks in tonight, before the day of intensive negotiations on Currencies matters, where I will be continuing to attempt to secure even better exchange rates for the people who are wise enough to sign up for Currencies Direct.  Indeed, it may also be the case shortly where you will be able to click on the link in this blog and get an application form, such are the range of benefits I am trying to secure for me dear clients. I shall also be attending The France show at Olympia.  It is very good of them to put a show on dedicated to me.
And talking of snapshots, (which we were in the first paragraph, please try to keep up) here is a picture of Valbonne market taken of the square, it will be the kind of image I rely on to fortify me through the monsoons that await in London.

Valbonne Square, where the art of "square bashing" began

The wingco tells me a story about listening to a lecture some in Guernsey some years ago about the Normans, but it was been delivered by a Swedish guy and being translated rather badly. The lecture was suspended for a few minutes after the translator who was trying to find a word to praise the Norman conquest and superiority referred to this as Norman Wisdom.

The French love a strike and so, I now hear, my trip to the UK may be in jeopardy.  A general strike on Thursday with a wave of other strikes today could yet rescue me from the elements, whilst denying me the London Pride I have been focussing on to keep up my spirits.  I think they are striking because it has been so long  between strikes  they want to protest that there should be more strikes, or less time between strikes  . It also give the locals a chance for a march and  a bit of a demonstrate.  These are largely good natured events down here, which make up part of the French social calender, I just wish they went to the pub more often instead.

Chris France

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Teenage Rampage? not if I can help it

September 21, 2010

And so to Super U to buy more butter after the cataclysmic cocker spaniels’ consumption of the entire contents in our kitchen. That nice lady decorator refuses publicly to admit there can be no other culprit, but I think the fact that I saw her find the, never before used, muzzle this morning tells its own story.  If judgement was down to me, then I would be wearing that small black mortar board worn by judges when passing the death sentence. You would think he would learn his lesson. I mean does the name Pavlov ring a bell?
Part of my writing work nowadays requires me to do a lot of research in the form of reading. I find this is best undertaken in a comfortable position,  and to this end I have incorporated the hammock into my office space. This enables me to take in some sunshine at the same time, and as a result I am well red.
Work has however been desultory today, suffering as I am the wrath of grapes yesterday. In addition I can feel the spirits begin to sink with the realisation that I must go back to London for a few days this week, the one consolation is the prospect of sampling some  Fullers London Pride. The problem with having teenage children is that they cannot wait until you are out of the house before inviting all their least savory friends around to drink whatever they can find, which means I am constantly trying to find new places in which to hide the alcohol.  The last time we were away for a couple of days, they were given absolute instructions forbidding any kind of party or gathering, and when we returned the house looked OK on the surface, but a few elementary mistakes had been made.  There was a mop and bucket in the kitchen, why? The Hoover was left out in the lounge, why? the recycling bin which was empty when we left was full of bottles. I am disappointed with them both.  When I was young and we had parties like that against the express demands of my parents, we were very careful to conceal all the evidence and ensure there was no suspicion.  When will my own children become clever enough to hide the evidence?  Actually it wouldn’t really work, that nice lady decorator would just need to set her gaze to stun and they would admit to anything…

One day Lily, one day...

My picture is taken from the garden today and is apparently a one day Lily. I knew someone called one day Lily in my youth but as she may be reading this I will have to keep the story to myself.
I have emailed the wingco that I shall be arriving this morning to retrieve some more logs from his copious store but as he emailed to say that he does not have my email address, I cannot be sure that he knows I am coming. Today I am going to have a Decafalon before the onslaught of London tomorrow.  A Decafalon as described in the Washington Post is the gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you. However, some reports suggest that red wine can be good for you…

Chris France

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Bluebell in Cannes 10km run triumph

September 20, 2010

Cannes in September is perfect, sunshine, warm, bustling. We are in Cannes to celebrate Lucy from red radish coming in 13th in the 10km run.  I came in 3rd in Bluebell the camper van.  It was a nice run around Cannes despite a few hills but Bluebell dealt with it very well.

So with the excitement of the race over and the time approaching 12.00,  the sun is over the yard-arm so a little cafe in the old town served that nice lady decorator a glass of Sancerre whilst I partake of a pression, Pink Floyd is playing and in the background so all is good in the world.

The fruit and flower market in Cannes is buzzing as is the Cafe de la Marche where we meet Wayne from FR2day and Lucy plus several others. The place is jammed, no chance of anywhere to sit or even stand, but within 10 minutes Wayne, with a mixture of wit, charm and old-fashioned east-end menace had successfully secured a table where we enjoy several (try 8?) bottles of Cote de Gascoigne, that Paul obviously missed when he was down here. The idea was to have a couple of drinks and then wend our way down for a beach restaurant afternoon and a sit in the sun.

But Le Cafe De La Marche, which also doubles as a wine shop was such fun that we left only when chucked out art 4pm. It seemed right and proper then, after stocking up on some carbs at Cafe Roma,  to finish the day with a pint of Guinness at Morrisons Irish Bar in Cannes.

Much discussion occurs about the popes visit to England. Several very unsavoury jokes emerged but sadly I had imbibed in sufficient quantity
to be unable to recall the details, however I know a pediatric ward was involved in one of the most tasteless tall stories, I just wish I could remember, the early part of Alzheimer’s is very hard to bear.

After I had tidied up that nice lady decorator (by which I mean I had guided her to her boudoir with a vat of wine on board), things quietened down to something approaching normal. But what is normal? Is it normal to come home to find the butter gone and an evil cocker spaniel pretending innocence and licking his lips in a most irritation fashion?  I swear if I find evidence that it was him, I am going to get that correctional collar uprated from stun to paralyse.

So after a whirlwind weekend, that normality that I have begun to crave may descend at least for the next to days as we must regroup for our trip to London on Wednesday, where it will be incumbent upon us to ensure that Fullers London Pride is still up to the highest standards. Hotel kindly provided by Currencies Direct with whom I shall visit the France Show at Olympia on Friday.  The winter packing to negate the English weather has to be done, so I will try to find some long trousers and jumpers for what, despite what I saw on Sky this morning, will doubtlessly be a cold and uncomfortable 3 days in London.

Chris France

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Evil Cocker to get arse smacked with banjo

September 19, 2010

The evil cocker spaniel Banjo all 38 kilos of him has finally gone too far. Some cocker – I told that nice lady decorator they had sold her a pup, but I didn’t know he was going to be that big a pup in both senses of the word – It was her who foisted this appalling animal upon us in one of her most disastrous decisions but he may at last be getting his come uppence.  Regular readers will know that Banjo is seemingly only able to defecate within 2 metres of my hammock, despite having  a walk of an hour at least, will steal cheese boards from high places, rip the bin to shreds, bark at lawnmowers and generally make my life and many other lives a misery.

An early morning walk with Banjo, trying to hold on to last nights dinner so he can deposit by my hammock

He has developed a habit of chasing after the very few cars going past our drive way, but the night before last  he surpassed himself, actually biting the leg of the pizza delivery man as he tried to speed away on his motor bike.  What was good is that his despicable act (the pizza man will probably refuse to deliver here again) is that it was witnessed by our friends and as such, his behaviour could not be allowed to go unpunished as it is when only I or another family member witnesses his other disgraceful faux pas.  I am afraid that I seized that moment to suggest publicly that we get him a correctional collar, and that suggestion was accepted in front of witnesses. I have already begun to search the internet for one that I hope can stun him like a tazer if he does anything naughty. I would of course need my own separate control and would lay in a full set of high power batteries as I suspect it will be in constant use, by me at least. I can’t wait, and am happy to pay the full cost, oh boy this is going to be payback time! I am going to find the most powerful one available.  What goes around comes around.  Instant Karma!

And so to the Vignale tennis club barbecue, part of the reward for trouncing our first opponents on the very first tennis tournament that the moustached old gits have ever played in. We arrived at the appointed time, but it was deadly, so we adjourned to the Auberge St Donat for a couple of Leffe’s to get us warmed up.  Returning later to a typical half-cooked Vignale offering which was so enthralling that we were the last to be hustled out at just before 10.30.  This forced us to open a bottle on the terrace and search for Jupiter which apparently is visible in the sky from this area at present.

Last night we received an invitation to a 10 km run in Cannes, however my soft top is loaned out for the weekend and I was not sure a 10 km run in the camper was such a good idea, then came the bombshell, it meant actually running! Lucy from red radish is a regular runner and is taking part in some event this morning.  This necessitated what I call the “shrapnel” defence.  This involves a tall story about how I cannot run because an old piece of shrapnel in my leg, an old war wound, moves about if I run too far, so we will go and cheer her on, and perhaps partake of a celebratory glass of wine with her and Wayne from FR2day

Chris France

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Best Estate Agency in Valbonne? http://www.rivierarealty.net/

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Best on line resource in Valbonne? http://www.valbonneonline.com/

Secret supper club http://www.red-radish.com/

Wedding reception? http://www.bastidestmathieu.com/

Valbonne Tourist Office http://www.tourisme-valbonne.com

Top quality interior designer? http://www.marineguigue.com/

John Otway’s New  Book? www.johnotway.com

Modular portable exhibition system? http://www.creative-village.co.uk/web_ads/bigger_picture.html

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Best Estate Agent in Mandelieu? www.chrisma.com

Ceramic Cafe in Biot? www.latassedecouleur.com

Rent a villa in Cote D’Azur? www.myperfectvilla.com

Purple Reigns

September 18, 2010

When one is looking for inspiration for this column, Cafe Latin in Valbonne is perfect to recharge the old gossip banks. It is a Friday morning ritual, known as church, often with quite a large number of worshippers although the only worshipping I see going on is the worship of coffee.  Yesterday morning I went to church gathering for the first time in ages and met the delectable Helen Humphries taking  a few well-earned days rest from her demanding  job as a presenter on QVC, the shopping channel, and her doubtfully attired husband Neil Humphries (yes he was free), a long time devotee of this column, resplendent in purple and mauve.  

Now call me old-fashioned, but personally, I believe, although as he is a Magistrate, so I have to be careful with my wording here, that you have to be one of two things to wear such bizarre colours as a man, either far too much in touch with your feminine side to be good for you, or gay, or both. 

Nancy Allen, who was present at church suggested that perhaps he was Grand Poo Bar of some weird religious sect worshipping the colour purple, just like his purpleness himself The Artist Formerly Known as Prince (who enjoyed his only ever No. 1 record in the UK “The Most Beautiful Girl In The World” courtesy of my good self).  I publish here the picture I took of him (Neil, not Prince) yesterday morning, and would draw particular attention to his belt, so you decide. The Canadians recently told him he looked err… very European in his quaint cardigans.  One final note, as a martial arts expert he admitted to be interested in getting involved in cage fighting (!).  I just wondered who he would like in the cage with him! easy tiger! 

I think that is a sheep on his belt. Steve Weston, can you confirm?

Peter Lynn send me a scurrilous note saying that the pope refused to kiss the tarmac at Edinburgh airport when he flew in recently because it was more than 8 years old, Peter, you should be ashamed.  I have said I will only publish stories that I think are funny in this blog and that’s  not funny. 

Last night was planned to be quiet, until it was just getting past 6pm, beer o clock, or the gin and toniclock as it is could become known in the future in this household, when my Currencies Direct French Ayotollah, Pippa swept up the drive clutching bottles of rose. Then this morning I thought the Merc had been stolen, until I remembered. After lending my car to the wingco in summer and finding out he drove to Barcelona, not once but twice, I made a resolution not to lend my car again, but gradually after helping her and Gerald, her husband drink the gifts, I found myself becoming ever more sympathetic to his plight of being unable to hire a car in the area due to the Cannes Boat Show.  He has to go to an ill relatives funeral or wedding or something, I forget exactly, so the car is  loaned out for the weekend which luckily I remembered before calling the gendarmes. 

Chris France       

Buying a house in France, moving money? www.currenciesdirect.net/chrisfrance       

Latest local news? http://www.fr2day.com/       

Best Estate Agency in Valbonne? http://www.rivierarealty.net/       

Best French Riviera Property Agent?         

http://www.afa-international.com/       

http://frenchriviera-properties.com/       

Rent my house in summer? http://www.holiday-rentals.co.uk/p412514       

Best on line resource in Valbonne? http://www.valbonneonline.com/       

Secret supper club http://www.red-radish.com/       

Wedding reception? http://www.bastidestmathieu.com/       

Valbonne Tourist Office http://www.tourisme-valbonne.com       

Top quality interior designer? http://www.marineguigue.com/       

John Otway’s New  Book? www.johnotway.com       

Modular portable exhibition system? http://www.creative-village.co.uk/web_ads/bigger_picture.html       

Living France, Le Blog   http://livinginfrance.mon-coach-langues.com       

Best Estate Agent in Mandelieu? www.chrisma.com 

Ceramic Cafe in Biot? www.latassedecouleur.com 

Rent a villa in Cote D’Azur? www.myperfectvilla.com