Jean handed me a raspberry sorbet, and said, “Think of it like my dick.” French men can be so romantic.



“…I’m having my photo taken later for my ID card and I will look like a porn baron with scabs on his chin and Philip Green hair…”

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…fountains, France and 58

Ahhh, France! You know the place; every café table set for lunch by 11.30, a Kooples every 30m, and everyone can make a pout that can stun from 50! I’m in Aix-en-Provence. I drove here, from London, via Evreux, Orleans, Clermont-Ferrand and Montpellier. Orléans was gorgeous, […]



Now we know why it’s a curse when people wish us to live in interesting times. This is what chaos feels like and it isn’t much fun.

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