Every Tuesday I intend to do a quick review of some of the posts from the last week that have made me smile, made me chuckle or, even…. just made me think.
Some of these you may have seen yourselves.
And some of them you may have missed.
I don’t think of these in any competitive sense at all.
This isn’t a top-ten listing.
They’re merely the posts that have stuck in my head.
Now, after much discussion (mainly about the merits of different types of carburetors and which work best on Velosolexes) and an appropriate amount of Ricard, the ethics committee decided that this blatant sort of cheating…
Should not be, in the slightest bit, encouraged!
And I am only mentioning this so that none of you are ever tempted to…
Try to win a coveted Garlic Award by writing blog posts about my favourite passions and interests, namely….
Lingerie Wearing Nuns,
Blue Citroen 2CVs (the blue ones go faster) or…
Any kind of food made from bits of dead pig.
And, just to get me bulging in the below the belt area, she threw in a photo of a glorious picture of a 2CV which, not only was blue (incredibly fast, in other words!) but was also surrounded by pretty girlies!
Now, Jean, had it not been for the inclusion of that picture you would almost certainly have won Blog of the Week Award this week.
However, Mrs A Taste of Garlic caught me drooling over it and…
Thought I was drooling over the pretty girls rather than the car and…
Banished me to the pig sty without any tea!
P.S. I’m not allowed to talk to you any more as you’re obviously a bad influence!
P.P.S. What did you mean (in the comments) about… “Watch this space?”
You haven’t, have you?
Of course, she isn’t…
She doesn’t even come close (unless, of course, she’s discovered that Dog Food Thing?)
However, the quotes on the post are worthy of mention.
I especially liked this one….
“If there were no schools to take the children away from home part of the time, the insane asylums would be filled with mothers.”
4). One of the few sensible people in Montpellier is Ed Ward (I don’t know why I keep wanting to say “Old Ed Ward”?) from City on a Hill.
Now, Ed has been on his holidays recently and has been blogging rather nicely about it in posts such as Dordogne Diary, Day 3.
Now, I’m not exactly sure where Ed has gone on his holidays but it sounds very nice indeed!
He seems to be spending a lot of time eating and drinking, even if he is staying in a Pig Sty!
Ed, I know all about sleeping in the pig sty – believe me!
But then, I also know a little bit about eating and drinking!
Sounds like you’re having a wonderful time – you know, I never knew that about ’61 Bordeaux!
5). In a clear and blatant attempt to the coveted Touching Barbie’s Boobies Award, Lucien at An American Mom in Paris grabbed our attention in a post called Now she’s talking about Barbie and Ken. This blog is going downhill fast when he uttered the immortal words… “What’s a Barbie, Mommy, OOH, can I touch her boobies?”
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that hope is everywhere.
Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.
When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of hope. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… hope actually is all around.
And when a young boy of Lucien’s age spontaneously says… “What’s a Barbie, Mommy, OOH, can I touch her boobies?” you know that no matter how many riots they have in London, no matter how bad the war is in Afghanistan, no matter how many matches Spurs manage to lose in a row…..
There’ll always be hope for this little world we live in!
Bravo Lucien – that job offer is still open, by the way!
OK – now all that stuff is out of the way, let’s get on to the really important stuff…
Of course, it’s Awards Time!
And, I am proud to announce a new winner of the Blog of the Week Award!
This is awarded to the Blog post that has tickled my fancy the most during the past seven days.
And, before anyone accuses me of cheating, I’ve been in catching up mode and this is the one blog that has stood out whilst I was doing so – not least because the author of this blog has just has a baby that looks the spitting image of a young Danny Blanchflower!
Although, I ought to say that that was just a lucky bonus and the blog would have won on its on merits!
This week’s Blog of the Week has been won by Kirsty at You Had Me at Bonjour.
Kirsty never fails to surprise and impress…
From Le Premier Billet to…
She even appears to have survived A Weekend in Montpellier without losing her sanity….
Which is more than a lot of people can say!
Kirsty, if you’d like to place your award on your blog sidebar just email me and I’ll send you the code.
P.S. Kirsty, you might like to know that you’re in a very select group of Life in France Bloggers who have won the Blog of the Week Award more than once!
In fact, you’re the only one!
New blogs on the block….
Well, it’s been a while since I’ve done a That was the Week… so I may have mentioned some of these New Blogs on the Block before but…
If I have, could you politely pretend that you haven’t heard about them….
Before muttering among yourself about my early onset Alzheimer’s?
First on the list is The Last House Before Spain which is written by Eddie Castellan and came to my attention with this wonderful post called….
Father Christmas, please…….
And if you’re after some Gossip from a Small French Town you could do worse than take a visit to Tilling-sur-Aude.
It’s a great blog filled with a sense of community…
And articles about.. The Kitchen Sink!
They seem to be into that sort of thing?
Personally it was the post about stalking Liv Tyler that jiggled my jangly bits.
Mary Lou has written for The Washington Post, The Times, The Independent, and Bon Appétit magazine and divides her time between Aix-en-Provence, where she writes, and Paris, where she teaches writing at New York University’s Paris campus.
The scribblers among you should really pay a visit!
Any dogs among you will no doubt be more interested in Diary of a Frog Dog which is Django’s blog and looks (at a quick glance) to be about…
Anyway, just thought I’d chuck a stick to see if you wanted to scamper off and have a good nose around?
And whilst I share governmental concerns about the activities of some Texan Expats in France (especially this one and that one) I feel that it is my duty to welcome another one to France (with, I have to say, a bit of fear and trepidation), especially as she has decided to move to my neck of the woods, beautiful (but possibly slightly backward) Brittany.
So, a big welcome to Chickster who runs Up, up and aways!
I think that if I ever run into the Chickster in the local supermarket (she’ll be the tanned one wearing the ten gallon hat, right?), I may just ask her what made her choose to move to my part of France (although Brittany isn’t really France) rather than down south where all the other Texan (like this one and that one) expats live?
And Arriving in Paris today!!!, Laura from San Diego will be telling her story at De San Diego à Paris
Now this isn’t Laura’s first time in Paris – she was here a couple of years ago and so I’m sure she’ll do alright.
Also in Paris is Jodi who writes Clothes Pony.
Although it appears that Jodi is visiting Brittany at the moment which only goes to show…..
How wonderfully wise, intelligent and talented she must be!
And Bread is Pain looks like another good one to take a look at.
It’s written by a 30 something American living in the Rhone-Alpes and is really rather witty.
And it already has the obligatory post about French Modesty which is…
All about a visit to a gynecologist – enjoy!
La Vie Francaise is written by Shannon who is an Antipodean (and in my humble opinion we don’t have enough of those in France – so much more civilised than the Texans, I find!) and contains such gems as Bottoms, bums,arses.
I have a good, good feeling about this one (we haven’t had any mad antipodean behaviour round here since Poulette went home)….
It’s just such a shame that Shannon supports Arsenal and doesn’t eat offal!
And I’m going to report it here in order of significance and global importance.
Starting at the top….
1). Heartstopping news from Montpellier that almost (but not quite) interrupted the television coverage of the riots in London!
Are you all sitting down?
Any of you with pacemakers might want to turn them up?
Any of you without pacemakers might want to rush out and buy one (or borrow one, at least!)
Yes, Sarah at St. Bloggie de Rivierre was clearing out her garage!
And, in a post called… The Ticking of the Old Office Clock (which, strangely had absolutely nothing to do with office clocks, ticking or otherwise – then, as I’ve said many a time… “They’re a funny lot, that lot down in Montpellier!”), she lets on that she once had a boyfriend called Bill!
Wow, are you still with us, my dear readers? I do hope no one has died of shock – that does terrible things to my viewer statistics!
Now, we don’t get to learn much about Bill (other than he came from the other side of London. Was that the wrong side or, if it was the right side, does that mean that Sarah came from the wrong side herself? Perhaps in those days London didn’t have a wrong side, who knows?)
I do have to admit that, ever since reading that post I have an image in my mind of a failed Graphic Designer, down on his luck, sat on a park bench in clothes that have seen better days and clutching a bottle of ASDA gin….
Muttering to himself….
“I once met a girl in the lonely hearts column of a football magazine….”
Now, that would be bizarre, n’est pas?
2). And talking of Bizarre….
Delana at Du Jour shocked the world when she mentioned that mentioned that she had a secret (well, she actually said she had… “an awesome new project that I can’t talk about just yet” but I’ll take that to be a secret.)
She also said that she had HTML Headaches!
Now, it’s not an uncommon experience for girlies to tell me that they’ve got a headache but…
I don’t think any of them have ever complained about HTML Headaches.
Is that in any was related to PMT Headaches?
Or, being a simple man. is this a subject that I’ll never understand?
I do hear that President Sarkozy is readying the riot police in case of any disturbances when Delana’s “secret project” becomes widespread news!
Oh, and he did ask me that, if I knew of anyone who lived near Delana, could I ask them to pop round and tickle her relentlessly until either she confessed what her secret project was or….
She wet herself!
3). Still on the subject of Shocking and Screamy (and puddles on the floor)…
I actually did wet myself when I heard that!
I really don’t know if I can put up with all this excitement!
4). And talking of excitement…
I’m not sure how she managed that but, as I’ve often heard people say…. “They’re a funny lot, that lot down in Paris!”
5). And, just when we thought there was nothing else to talk about… Piglet in France passed a whole week without ranting about La Poste, French Internet Companies, or Estate Agents.
In fact she didn’t rant at all!
Which is so unlike her, it’s almost newsworthy!
6). And finally, on a lesser note…. The Guardian announced that French Writer, Albert Camus, might have actually been killed by the KGB!
In an article called “Albert Camus might have been killed by the KGB for criticising the Soviet Union, claims newspaper” (they’re clever these newspaper people, aren’t they, always managing to get the title to match the content?) they explain all.
Now, I know that a Nobel Laureate being topped by Ruskie spies isn’t much compared to cleaning out your garage but it’s been a slow news week and and that was the best I could find!
Now for the rest of the awards….
The Wits would have won Blog of the Week Award had they not spoiled things by including a photo of Little Nick kissing a woman who looks suspiciously German!
Now, I’m not a fan of the man but….
I do feel for him if kissing Germans is a major part of his job!
Now, before you all go rushing off to Anji Patchwork looking for some salacious smut….
Anji and her husband were captured on Google Street Maps having an innocent cup of coffee rather than getting up to anything more exhibitionistic (is that a word? I’m pretty sure that, if it isn’t, it certainly ought to be!)
Which just goes to show that even one of the largest computer companies in the world can’t get it right all the time!
The (hastily constructed) There Must be a Name for this Kind of Award but I can’t for the Life of me Think What it Could Be (and if I Could, it Would be Unpublishable!) Award goes, as I think God always intended it to go, to Sara Louise at Sara in Le Petit Village for her A Testament to my Texas family in France.
To be honest, I’ve somehow reached the grand old age of “really rather old” without knowing that such a thing as Nipple Cream even existed!
Although the largest shop in our village does sell creme to rub on infected cow’s udders?
Perhaps it’s similar?
Although why SL was rubbing the cream on her heels beats me?
Perhaps she didn’t do biology at school?
Anyway, I’m sure that none of you will be too surprised to discover where all this madness occurred….
Yep, got it in one; a city starting with the letter M, in the Languedoc (I always said they’re a funny lot, that lot down there!)
The If you’re Hungry Enough You’ll Eat Anything Award! goes to our favourite star from Fawlty Towers (and Poldark, if you want to be pedantic) and newly published author, Robin Ellis at Robin-Ellis.net for his Regime change: eating the cover.
Now, Robin happens to be diabetic and has written a great book about Delicious Dishes for Diabetics and so, if he want’s to eat book covers, who am I to argue?
I just be interested to know how he knows about the sugar content in the aforementioned book cover and…
How can he be sure that the book wasn’t shoved down someone’s boxer shorts whilst it was being nicked from Waterstones and how can he tell how clean those boxer shorts were?
Congratulations, once again, girlies!
Don’t you ever get bored winning this award?
In this thought-provoking post she talks about the emergence of the closet racists, closet liberals and closet nazis which, to my mind, is far more frightening than a bunch of youths burning and looting their little bits of slumland.
My personal opinion (for what it’s worth), and an opinion I formed over 10 years ago when I was living in my little bit of slumland (the east end, although we called it docklands!), was that the problem was that we were encouraging rampant consumerism (and the debt that goes with it) in order to prop up an ailing economy.
The moral debt that this engenders is a price too high to pay as it is a debt to be paid by the old, the weak and, for many years to some, by our children – may they forgive us?
When people start to measure the value of their lives in the possessions they own or the value of their houses it’s only asking for trouble and, at least I thought, time to move to a country where the quality of the local baguette and the friendliness of my neighbours was more important than exactly what model of BMW I was selling my soul in order to afford.
When the authoritarian backlash comes (and believe me, it will), are we going to be happy with local groups patrolling their streets; if the Turks are to form vigilante groups in Dalston, why not the moslems using Sharia law in Bradford. The government are going are going to have to come down hard (and be seen to do so) on the rioters (possibly invoking images of “The Spirit of the Blitz”), they have no choice in the matter.
They can’t promise more money for the disadvantaged – we spent this year’s housekeeping five years ago!
Of course, this is just my little rant and I really think that Little Me at Pint Sized Rants says something along the same lines but….
Rather more eloquently!
What a happy girl she must have been to have witnessed this colourful collection!
There was even a blue one there (number 7) and, as we all know, the blue ones go faster!
So, I’m more than happy to award Sam the Sexiest Car of the Week Award and……
Strongly suggest to her that she seriously considers using them (now that she’s found them, it must be a kind of fate?)….
As wedding cars!
And, in a first of its kind for A Taste of Garlic we proudly announce that the first ever Peebag of the Week Award goes to the lovely Leesa at News from France for her post about Hospital – Me and my pee!
Now, I don’t want you lot to start rushing out to try and claim this award so I’ll set down some simple guidelines….
1). You are only eligible for this award if it is, in fact, your Peebag that you are posing with (and not one you’ve nicked off someone else!)
2). The Peebag must contain a substance that at least resembles Pee!
3). And finally, the photo must be taken in a hospital!
Leesa, of course, qualifies on all three counts and also adds a bonus of allowing herself to be photographed wearing pink flip flops!
Personally, Mrs A Taste of Garlic won’t even let me out of the house when I wear my pink flip flops!
I’m sure that the rumours that she had to scour almost all the bars in France (what a horrible job, but I guess someone has to do it?) in order to discover this interesting drinkie poos are, not exactly true!
But April (or Wendy – she goes by both names but she’s techno music intolerant so perhaps we ought to let her get away with it?) at Le Franco Phoney wasn’t tempted by one particular drink that she mentioned in her post, A baby aperitif anyone?
Which I find kind of surprising as April is an Aussie and it has been my experience that Aussie girlies drink anything (and lots of it!)
Perhaps that’s why April (or Wendy) is over here?
Perhaps they threw her out of Aussie Land because she wouldn’t down a pint of bebe foetus?
Well spotted April!
And, in words I never thought I’d bring myself to say….
“That’s one bar I’ll never visit and one drink I’ll never try!”
That four poster looks lovely and….
When are you going to tell us all about that Pond-Hole?
The wonderful (and always on the ball) Romke Soldaat over at Frogsmoke wins this week’s Sexy Car Spotter of the Week Award (the sexy bit refers to the car rather than the car spotter before any of you think to phone Romke to let him know that he has an admirer!) for his wonderful post all about the Renault 4 at 50.
This guy is a genius in spotting just the sort of things that make my droopy bits tingle and for that certainly deserves this award!
At least, I think they are ladies – they could be brazen hussies for all I know but….
I think that we ought to give them the benefit of the doubt anyway?
And these ladies are…
Both ladies are, in my opinion, very courageous to face up to the little bumps that life insists in putting on its highway from time to time and…
Very brave for being able to talk about it on their blogs.
Ladies, I take my hat off to you (or I would if I could find it – Mrs A Taste of Garlic has been tidying up again, you see!)
I hope that some of the regulars here pop by both your sites to give you both a “Good for you, girlie” pat on the back in your comments boxes.
And just for the people who didn’t win an award this week….
Here are the famous Awards for not Winning an Award!
The Home Office has advised me that Deb at Bize Bites shouldn’t be given an award this week so it’ll have to be an Award for not Winning an Award This Week for her!
Their reasoning was that she has recently been on holiday and, although her post about The North of France was very nice and contained lots of lovely photos – including two gorgeous photos of a tub of worms (Ed Ward – remember that! No holiday blog post is a real holiday blog post unless it contains photos of a tub of worms!), her holiday did stray into London and well…
I’m not saying that they put two and two together and came up with five but….
Deb in London…
London rioting and in flames…
Well, you can see their concern, can’t you?
Sorry Deb, you should have stayed with the worms chez les Ch’tis or, preferably, with the beer In Bruges!
Well…. leaving France to move to Amsterdam!
As one of her commenters (and it was a surprisingly sane comment from someone who lives in Montpellier!) said… “at least it’s Amsterdam and not some dreary dump like Slough!”
But what about all those gorgeous French Recipies, I hear you cry!
I mean, Amsterdam is different, isn’t it? It’s not France, is it?
I mean, I know they got the same shit over there that we got here, but it’s just…it’s just there it’s a little different.
You want an example?
All right. Well, you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don’t mean just like in no paper cup, I’m talking about a glass of beer.
Don’t do it Tammy. Stay behind and concentrate on more Food, Drink and Life in France!
Otherwise I’ll have to start an Expat in Amsterdam blog review site and I’m really busy at the moment!
So why, I hear you ask, does Doreen get and Award for not Winning an Award This Week and not a real award?
Well, it has been quite a long time since Doreen has posted anything (who am I to talk? I hear you cry!) and one of, in my personal opinion, the potentially mind-blowingly biggest, wonderfullest blogs on the blogosphere really does need to be updated more than six times in the last eight months!
So, Doreen, pull your finger out and, whilst I’m chastising….
Surely Doreen deserves more than 7 followers on her Google Friend Connect thingy?
Go on, you lazy lot, follow Doreen’s blog and give the poor girl some encouragement!
P.S. Doreen… In my opinion, for what it’s worth, your blog is crying out to be turned into a book (perhaps illustrated by Perry?)….
Or, it would be if you updated it a bit more often?
Now, I have to admit that I’m a bit of a secret fan of Emma’s blog at liberté, égalité, crème brûlée! but I have to award her an Award for not Winning an Award This Week because although he post about Casa Lola, 75018 was very entertaining but….
Who moves to Paris to eat Spanish food?
So Emma, I’m sorry…
There’ll be an award waiting for you here but…
You’ll have to write a post about eating some of the more interesting little bits of dead pig in order to qualify for it!
And finally, some honourable mentions (but only because I’m in catch-up mode so don’t expect this every week!)
Melissa at Prête Moi Paris had some useful information about the risks of having a picnic in Paris.
Her post, Picnic at your own risk! detailed some of the dodgy things to watch out for such as….
Pickpockets, Trinket Sellers, Children……
Although I am surprised that she didn’t try to warn us about young boys grabbing our Barbie Dolls so that they can… “Touch their boobies!”
And I have to ask myself….
Are rampant washing machine borrowers another Paris Danger that we have to look out for (after pickpockets, trinket sellers, children and Barbie Breast Molesters?)
Laura from The Everyday Life of a Young American Girl in France deserves a mention for her exciting holiday news that she recounts in Roadtrip: Le Début!
And where does she visit first?
It’s a very nice bridge though (if you like that sort of thing) and Laura has made a video about it!
You know, I wouldn’t argue with anyone who said… “They’re a funny lot, that lot chez les Ch’tis“
Jilly, you must the the French Tourist Industry’s best friend!
Your photos must attract as many visitors to France as Mrs A Taste of Garlic does when she enters the local pig throwing competition (we get visitors from all over the world come to see Mrs A Taste of Garlic lobbing a few porkers half way down the field – we even had someone from Skegness once, now fancy that!)
Almost a contender for the Child Exploitation of the Week Award until, that is, we remembered that the the United Nations had banned us from handing out awards for child exploitation (a practice I completely endorse – I mean, what good are children unless you can exploit them?), I feel duty bound to make an honourable mention here to Rosalyn at An English Rose in France who has got her two year old grandson slaving away in the vineyards as depicted in It’s never too early to get a job.
Rosalyn, you’re a woman after my own heart!
I do hope you’re “looking after” his wages for him?
I honestly believe that if more kids were treated as slave labour they’d be too tired to go out and do all that rioting and hippy-hoppy dancing stuff that they do?
And I would have loved to have given Colin and Elizabeth at In and Around Braye-Sous-Faye the Yum Yum, Fill My Tum Award for Culinary Excellence but Mrs A Taste of Garlic (who doesn’t like my penchant for eating wriggly things with six legs) swore that if I did she’d leave me…..
And take my Scrotum with her!
And, as I’m rather attached to my Scrotum (and would prefer that it remained attached to my body), I can only offer them an honourable mention for their wonderful post all about Gomphocerippus rufus alias Rufous Grasshopper!!
Colin… I think Sauteéd with garlic and ginger and served on a bed of rice; all washed down with a nice glass of Chianti?
All the best