Any excuse to shove in a pic of Ms Bruni.
I love the thought of her shoving hubby on a sexual triathlete's training program so's to ensure she gets the fully monty as per the sales brochure.
Quote:
"Trying to keep up with 41-year-old Ms Bruni had been a disaster waiting to happen."[He *does* look un peu shagged out in the pic up there.]
Whenever I read of a 'mercy dash', I recall that winner back in the late 1960s of a sure-fire headline seller for a newspaper:
I suspect the blackness of the bishop has lost some of its shock power these days but it's still a neat concept.
"No no - it'sBishop in sex-change mercy dash to Palace."
Well, it worked for *me* on my Nissan Micra and my brother's high-powered Merc.
We tested it and it worked first time.
Next on the bench: the anti-theft wheeze of punching in your PIN *backwards*.
Chris Bryant, Foreign Office Minister with responsibility for consular affairs, will visit Athens and Corfu on 14 and 15 July to look at the preparations British consular staff have made to help Brits who find themselves in trouble ...Quoth CB: "Every year millions of British holiday makers come to Greece and have a great holiday, but every year some have bad experiences which could have been prevented."
... thousands of posters, leaflets, beer mats, and information cards are being distributed across Greece ... key message: enjoy your holiday, but be aware and take care.
'Another Side to Paradise' travel safety messages 'Don’t be a Dick!' and 'Don’t Miss Out!' activity in Club 18-30 and 2wenty's resorts across the Mediterranean.
I take action-men pals who can look after themselves on Xtreme Safaris to Kavos to observe the wildlife. Its main claim to fame still seems to be the blow job competitions organised a few years back by 18-30 reps, filmed and photographed in lubricious detail and ending up in one of those greasy tabloids.
Psst - was only joking about Madame Ticherou's sisyphean task: everyone glows with approval at the grand job she's doing.
FYI Update: while on the Subject of Sarah, she has efficiently updated her email to Sarah.Ticherou@fco.gov.uk
I mention this because I know from bait mail that trickles thru my portal that my discerning readership includes not a few residents of Prosperonia.
No, really. Please don't hand me these things on a plate.
I have with me my gorgeous invigorating calming placating liberating pater-bating Spitfire divine, and I am in the mood to be naughty.
James Delingpole in the latest Spectator kicks off with a para close to my heart:
"A friend who teaches at an old-fashioned Sussex boarding school has a zero-tolerance approach to racism. The moment he hears one of the foreign boys claiming to be a victim of it, that’s them chucked out of the class for the rest of the lesson.‘Well I’m sorry,’ says my friend Duncan, quite unapologetically. ‘But they’re bright kids and they’re enjoying the best education money can buy in a multi-ethnic school where racism just isn’t an issue.
I think it’s an absolute bloody outrage that they should try that line…’" [my bold type]
Hear effing hear.
La Spitfeuer doesn't like me talkin' like Fi'ty Cent or that'd've varied on the ace Team America anthem,
Delingpole - fuck yeahh!.
(It's good to have kids who keep the lingo under control.)
And now I pick up a copy of Coffeetime® and there on page 13 is news of the 16th Antye-Racism Camping hootenanny, Karousades, 31rst [sic] - 9th August.
Hilarious stuff.
Apparently, Corfu is,
" ... predominantly of the most spectacular rubbernecker destinations in all of Greece.The ait [sic] opened its doors to cosmopolitan visitors and tourists method primal in 1970s. It has been more than three decades without delay that the islands tourism infrastructure has pinched people from a beneficent and far-reaching.
The beguiling countryside, elaborate olive plantations, thousands of reject produces like fruits and herbs, slander impetuous flowers, wonderful hamlets on the mountain slopes, up to the minute coastal villages, excellent beaches and some compelling and famed museums and churches enhances the islands notorious as the dab hand bequeath of absence ambition in all of Greece.
... Boutique hotels capability be valuable but they are advantage the mephitic elaborate.
... You may also arise across a Corfu B & B that is situated on a hillside and provides unmatched feeling of the ginormous Ionian Sea as spurt. In proves of those who esteem a gainful Corfu B & B nigh the bank, as a replacement for them there are plentifulness of choices.
Another respected discredit someone’s dilapidated a rĐ£le advantage mentioning is the transportation powder-room provided nigh a Corfu B & B. All such far-out services and features at a Corfu B & B can confidently bring round the hearts of its guests bringing them to this wonderful ait again and again."
Wonderful stuff.
I would never think of clicking to 'cancel riposte'.
A delightful "promenade over alliance in house of tourism contumely".
Courtesy of Mr Gwyn Headley whose fotolibra you of course know and use, or you're no friend of this blog and there's much more suitable reading for the likes of you across the road (I love channeling Norman).
I'm still hoping that a mass of Greek apathy will see this off or that it'll slither away - like their handling of scandling.
I'm already much encouraged that the authorities themselves don't seem to know the full facts and that crucial elements still have to be decided upon, let alone put in place.
The law in a nutshell
With my unerring magnetism for the foot/mouth interface gaffe supreme, I'm in no doubt that Daphne or Piers or even Sinbad are bosom buddies with this cove.
Loadsa citified chatter about stocks and props and parties and hearties, all delivered at volume 11 lest we be not impressed.
Cell phones rampant, both to the boatman and the chap's broker and trainer.
Anna and I exchanging winks and giggles.
Disputes over the Greekness of the mezes and the hima-ness of the krasi.
I asked the staff who was this kamala but dismissive shrugs.
The yoof sons ogled Miss Anna, of course, which rather took the wind out of stern pater's sails.
During the nosh he got a bit Brideshead with the hired hands and I gently offered an alternative attitude.
Mistake, of course, but the wine had got to me.
He even offered advice on The Spitfire's smoking.
Ouch! Yaroo! and all that ....
All the same, I'm sure there's less than meets the eye here:
Think about it:
"This was an unfortunate accident but these things happen all the time to people in his profession."
Well I never.
Cool new blog by Jim Potts whose two blues albums I *keep* meaning to review online here.
