Seeing this piece in the Guardian about the apparent demise of one of the many reasons why I love the French, I was reminded of one of my mother’s favourite stories about me as a young ‘un. We were on the beach somewhere in France, and I was apparently gazing at the unending parade of nipples with mounting distaste. (How …
Gay Paree
Two weeks in France, the last few days in Paris, and I’m ready to come home. Our children, to paraphrase Mr Bennett, have delighted us quite enough. At least here we have proper internet access. I had 10 days of 56k dial up in the south of France and was pulling my hair out. We’ve had a great time in …