01 August 2006
Well, Clare didn't end up quoting my most insightful remarks but that's life. While I don’t remember saying "The best brains in France end up working for the state", I say so many stupid things that I trust her, I must have said that. :) The meaning here is more like the best brains don’t end up starting a Google or the like but I don’t want to offend anyone.
As for the soon to be infamous catchphrase “The one thing I really miss is good cheese” (I have classmates writing to me about it), I clearly remember saying it. The funny thing is that I also said you could find good cheese (at the price of gold) in very good places like La Fromagerie around Marylebone high street. Dad, Mum, here are my 15 seconds of fame – don’t fed-ex me cheese however. At least I had the last word which is quite nice.
Anyway, go read the article – nothing new West of the Channel but an interesting update on the state of French exile in the UK.
Syndicate
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My dear son,
As you easily tell about your family, for the first time I may write a comment in your blog, despite my bad English (I’ll have lessons in September; I promise). If it is too bad, please, erase this text.
Don’t be desperate by the only thing Clare Davidson has noticed in your interview, but be proud to own a family who appreciate the french cheese (so many sorts that we said in France “one different for each day”) and let me remind you two stories that happened to me with French cheese.
The first one, I was quite 9. I liked camembert very much and our grocer usually “prepared”, especially for me, those my mummy bought to him: he kept them some days in the cellar of his shop, turning the boxes every day over, so as the cheese mature. And naturally, for my birthday, I enjoyed to blow out the 9 candles installed on ….a camembert !
The second story happened during my second travel to Sweden. I was 18 and liked still our emblematic French product, so much as my parents’ friend, Guy, who invited me in Stockholm. I had to bring a camembert to him. Easy, but our flight was deeply in late and the camembert didn’t like it… When I get my luggage back, a strange and unpleasant smell escaped. In the bus to the centre of the city, I felt ill at ease… People around me sniffed, looking for the reason of this smell. Finally, the cheese matured during the travel and was well tasted !
Your father could also tell a story with the “boulette d’Avesnes”, as he was invited by my parents, at the beginning of our relationship.
So, consider your story as a sign of our family touch !
Il ne faut pas en faire tout un fromage ! (Translated by Harraps : “ it’s not worth making a fuss about”).
Tendresses.
Maman
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