It has been a very long time between posts (although admittedly not between drinks). The last 6 months have been replete with plentiful lols, copious Côtes du Rhône and many a late night filled with truffled ham, calvados camembert and...
Read More →We all know I don’t make friends with salad (although I do have a very unfortunate fondness for les salauds) but after three days of hard-core, and I might add rather uncharacteristic, juice detoxing...
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It started with Cyprus Hill and ended in Celine Dion (and a Sunday full of maudlin self pity), but boy what a night it was. On the last weekend of my whirlwind Easter...
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I read a statistic recently that by 2048 there will be no seafood left to catch except jellyfish. The straits are indeed dire. There are literally no more fish in the sea. This...
Read More →Napoleon Bonaparte once famously commented that “impossible n’est pas français” (“impossible is not a French word”). Since arriving in France, I have come to discover that this statement contains about as much truth as...
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If my life in France were a movie it would probably be called ‘Gone with the Wine’. My sister’s life in London is more like ‘Citizen Kale’. My theme song would be ‘Rolling...
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I am having a bad week. It all started on Monday when, on the way to have a quiet nightcap with the charming Brussel Crowe, I smashed my perfume bottle on the floor...
Read More →My liver has had it rough lately – one too many nights out this month has led to Dolly Tatin and Paris Stilton unwittingly becoming Lady Lager and Penelope Booze. If it continues this...
Read More →Humans are, at heart, creatures of habit. Even in a big, bustling city like Paris your day-to-day life quickly becomes fairly predictable (although mine is admittedly more “eat, (drink), pray, love” than “métro, boulot, dodo“). Take...
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