Little Brown Pen is Nichole Robertson’s blog.
Nichole describes herself as a… “Girl of many words and few exclamation points, married to a fantastic man named Evan, and we have two young sons, Alexander and Liam. I rarely shop, travel often, and would choose a night in a new town over a new pair of jeans any day.”
Now, looking at all the comments on the About Page and noticing the 1176 followers on Google Friend Connect, I realise that I am the last person in the world to discover this blog!
And, I’m guessing that, being the last one to the party, everyone knows each other and all about Little Brown Pen and this will be an easy review for me.
However, just in case any of you have been stuck up the Orinoco river for the last three years (and thus out of WiFi range), detained at Her Majesty’s Pleasure or otherwise unable to connect to the internet, I’ll give you a little run down on this blog so that you can catch up and will know what everyone else is talking about at parties these days.
What color is your dream?
For those of you who have recently been abducted by aliens and are using that as an excuse for not coming across this blog earlier, let me tell you about the colours of Paris….
Then there’s some White – I wonder how jealous the 205 feels, sat behind the Mini and the TR6?
Be careful with the marigold one though. It smells like someones had a widdle there?
Those Frenchies! They don’t care!
Are you hungry?
If the reason you’ve never come across this blog before is that you’ve spent the last six months stuck down a Chilean Tin Mine, you’ll probably be rather hungry.
Don’t worry, there’s plenty to eat here!
But first, don’t tell anyone… We’ve got some Contraband!
Yes! Nichole is that girl who stuffs her suitcase with 5 pounds of butter to smuggle it into the country!
You know, the one your parents always warned you about!
I bet some of that would go nicely on some Waffles? Am I making you drool?
Waffles, salted butter and Nutella! What could possibly be better?
Flan perhaps? I have to admit that I am a bit of a Flan fan!
And you try saying that after a few Ricards!
How about some nice Tarte Tatin to finish off? Best try it roughly about 5 minutes before Nichole turns it to a black crisp?
Treasure hunting in Paris….
I’m glad the medication seems to be working better for you now. And how long’s it been since you had your little turn and bit that police dog on the nose and then chased those poor Gendarmes up the road whilst swinging that cucumber and shouting “Bend over Bertie?“
And they didn’t have internet in the sanatorium? Probably better that way? So, you won’t have heard about Little Brown Pen then? Everyone’s talking about it, you know!
Let me tell you all about it….
One of the lovely things about Paris (and one of the reasons why people never confuse it with Basingstoke), is that it is full of Hidden Treasure.
Little streets hidden away that you could walk past and never notice; Lush little corners that the tourist guides don’t tell you about!
Yes this is Paris.
Even if you have spent the last five years in a mental institution (probably the only reasonable excuse for not having found out about Little Brown Pen earlier), there’s no way you’d mistake Paris for Basingstoke – even the Rain is different here!
So, summing up…..
This is pretty pointless, isn’t it?
You all know about Little Brown Pen don’t you?
You’ve known about it all your life?
I am actually the very last person in Western Europe to discover this blog and everyone else is laughing at me!
So, there’s point in suggesting that you visit Little Brown Pen? You probably do that every day anyway!
Still, if you do happen to have a distressed Great Aunt Edna who has only just joined the Information Age, perhaps you could suggest to her (on my behalf) that she visits Little Brown Pen?
She’ll have a hell of a time – you know she will!
And then, just then, I may just dare to show my head in public in the forlorn hope that not too many people point at me and jeer… “Hey, look at that guy! He’s the last person in Christendom to discover Little Brown Pen!”
All the best