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Colin Randall wrote here on France, things Anglo-French and more......but has moved

October 13, 2006

Rough and smooth (2)

This site has now moved to Salut!

What I have decided, at least for a trial period, is to disable the facility requiring me to moderate comments before posted, but to make it clear that I will delete any individual comment that gives me cause for concern.

I will reserve one of my e-mail addresses* for the purpose of responding privately to anyone who feels aggrieved that his or her comment has been blocked in this way.

How will I decide what stays and what goes? Broadly speaking, I do not regard it as sensible to allow personal abuse, whether aimed at others posting comments or at third parties, or indeed any comment that seems to put me or others at risk of litigation.

One more thought: if I think it likely that I will be away from internet access for more than a short time, as for example in the past 24 hours, I may temporarily activate the moderating facility. So be patient if you try to post perfectly harmless messages and then cannot see them appear for a while.

There is no way I can control what is said about me elsewhere, whether by broadcast, in print or on line. It has generally been very kind. But I have chosen to act with restraint, saying nothing about my situation that has not been placed in the public domain by others, and would ask those contributing to this blog to respect that.

Of course, there is no reason why my readers - without whom, I realise, this blog would be pointless - should not have a lively, robust and even abrasive debate while keeping sight of the virtues of common sense and decency.

And since I cannot spend hour after hour checking on each new comment, even my intended solution depends on a spirit of cooperation from you.

* colinrandall2001@yahoo.fr

This site has now moved to Salut!

66 Comments:

At October 13, 2006 2:52 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

Lively, robust, abrasive, common-sensical, decent debate.... this could be a challenge. We can but try, though, so I shall wear my rubber fangs over the real ones from here on in.
Who is saying what about you elsewhere, Colin? Wretches, whoever they are (and I say that with the utmost restraint).
The Telegraph may have expunged Colin (and his fellow dumpees) from their on-line site but you can still access his Tele stuff by putting "Colin Randall" and "blog" into Google.

 
At October 13, 2006 4:57 PM, Blogger Thomas R said...

I think you are very wise.

Your situation reminds me of a place I used to work where staff were allowed to use the microwave close to a conference room to heat up their lunch.

A sign appeared "Please do not use the facilities to reheat offensive smelling meals” – on which someone scribbled, “What is an offensive smelling meal”?

A new sign appeared “An offensive smelling meal is a meal which, in the opinion of the Managing Director, smells offensive.”

In the end what is offensive is up to you, but a matter of taste.

 
At October 13, 2006 5:36 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

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At October 13, 2006 7:33 PM, Blogger exeter said...

Exeter's where I live Anne. I don't follow your exit thing at all, sorry. Spend a lot of time in France and Spain though. Bad sex with Sarah, Richard, good or bad I doubt it. I'm gay. But my mum still loves me, dad just goes quiet. Where does slagging off end and libel begin colin? Lets not get too polite or itll get like Richard says, boring.

 
At October 13, 2006 7:43 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

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At October 13, 2006 8:21 PM, Blogger exeter said...

This is getting weird. I was answering Anne who asked something I didn't quite get about Exeter and Exiter. And now she's rubbed her question out. Maybe she thought it was over the top? I was okay with it, just confused, still am. I'm guessing the second rubouts hers as well.Time for a pint and a pasty I think.

 
At October 13, 2006 9:22 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

Aren't you proud of our restraint so far, Colin? Wondering how long it can last? Where, after all, DOES slagging off end and libel begin? I guess legally you're the publisher of this blog so one can very well see why you'd be concerned. I like Thomas R's microwave analogy. But I wonder what Anne's playing at? And was it Anne Gilbert -- did she write in rhyming couplets, Exeter? -- or a different Anne altogether? Inquiring minds demand to know.

 
At October 13, 2006 9:56 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

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At October 13, 2006 10:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I lived in Exminster for a year and came into Exeter on my Honda 70CC, blue; 50mph downhill with a following wind. £1 per week petrol. Those were the days!

 
At October 13, 2006 10:15 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

I'd forgotten Colin Berry, Anne. Some people slip straight out of your cognizance the moment they're not around. But you're right, Exiter/Exeter is just the kind of "joke" he'd make. Still, I have my doubts. Exeter's surely not nearly long-winded enough to be Colin Berry. Time, I suppose, will tell.
I hope you wore a crash helmet, Sarah, as you did the half-ton. Life on the edge...

 
At October 13, 2006 11:44 PM, Blogger exeter said...

Oh my good god! No no no no I am not Colin Berry and Colin Berry is not me. I say nothing for myself but there's a guy who needs to get over himself, remember when he was signing off from here and he said he'd told the Telegraph boys repeatedly they were doing their blogs wrong. Repeatedly,they mustve loved him for that. Believe me Anne I'm not.

 
At October 14, 2006 12:05 AM, Blogger Louise said...

I too see that Colin's blog has been removed on the Telegraph site - along with Alec's and it would appear David Rennie has taken over the French pitch - gonna being difficult, what with him living in Brussels...however.

I think Colin is very courageous to do away with the moderating but can understand that it must be soooo boring filtering through our stuff before posting it! Let's hope everyone behaves themselves...even I got zapped with the blue pencil on the Telegraph blogs - I really can't understand why - I only add bits and pieces of chat now and then (I can hear Richard grinding his teeth) and have never to my knowledge made comments that were against race, religion or whatever.
I am being a bit weedy in not understanding how to post on this site - it worked once but not since then - I shall just press 'preview' and see what happens!

 
At October 14, 2006 12:08 AM, Blogger Louise said...

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At October 14, 2006 12:20 AM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

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At October 14, 2006 12:58 AM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

I can't figure this blog out.There is a garbage can (looks like one anyway).I click on it and all my blogs disappear.

 
At October 14, 2006 1:04 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Anne, the garbage can is to send your posts to the bin!

 
At October 14, 2006 1:12 AM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Thanks Sarah.But i don;t see anyone else having a garbage can.

 
At October 14, 2006 3:38 AM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

Think of it as a kind of existentialism. We can only see our own garbage can, never anyone else's. We are in control of our own thoughts but, unless we are blog-omnipotent like Colin Randall, Zeus on his mountain, we cannot effect change other than in our own souls.

 
At October 14, 2006 3:48 PM, Blogger Colin Randall said...

Consult the original post again and you will see that I have added a few lines about switching back to the moderating facility - temporarily - if I know I am going to be away from internet access for a while.

That, I am afraid includes the 36 hours starting now as I am unlikely to be on line again before Monday morning. Even doing this has just cost me 15 euros in a Parisian hotel (I live nowhere near a common-or-garden internet cafe).
Thanks for your co-operation so far...and yes, thanks to advice from Sarah, I am now conversant with the means of deleting individual comments.......

 
At October 14, 2006 4:27 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

The garbage can issue.Sarah says it's for binning your posts.And she includes an exclamation mark.
Right. Who gets to use the garbage can when it appears with a post?
Bill says from the clouds on Mount Olympus that it's just too cloudy to explain.Expected that.
So.
POSTAGE TO ORLEANS
Richard could you tell me about the garbage can and perhaps tell us why there seem to be two places for the posts.The one I'm writing on here and the Green coloured one.

 
At October 14, 2006 4:42 PM, Blogger exeter said...

Colin's binned us all while he's away Anne. Doesnt trust us yet, probably wise.

 
At October 16, 2006 10:42 AM, Blogger PhilB said...

By the gods, Colin, don't spend 15 euros just to sift through our messages. Nobody is going to hold you liable if a few off-colour comments persist over the weekend.

This whole issue would go away on its own if people could respect the simplest of rules: no ad hominem attacks. Slam the message, not the messenger. Attack their position, their opinion, even their choice of vocabulary, but not the person herself.

Funny how persistent these issues can be. I recall participating several Compuserve forums over ten years ago, when I still had to dial up from the Ardèche to Lyon or Marseille in order to connect to the internet, and the same questions of net-propriety were already being debated.

Blogging is self-expression. It's supposed to be fun and interesting, both for the writer and the anonymous wave of readers. When moderating reader comments becomes a chore, you have to wonder if it's really worth it.

Cheers, --- Phil
http://bensmultiverse.blogspot.com/

 
At October 16, 2006 11:51 AM, Blogger Thomas R said...

Bill, I just love your thoughts on a garbage can, "Think of it as a kind of existentialism. We can only see our own garbage can, never anyone else's."

The more your reflect the more profound it is.

Peace be with you, and with your garbage.

 
At October 16, 2006 11:58 AM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

According to Philb he uses the female gender to describe bloggers.I wonder why.And he says attack you whenever answering a post.I wonder why. What about sending him a dictionary to look up other choices of words.

 
At October 16, 2006 12:04 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

I see this mornings nuts and bolts type issue cannot be discussed on this blog.Should I shift over to an enginering type blog to find out about the lowly garbage can.
When I delete the garbage can icon it is to delete the can.This blog needs an instruction manual.

 
At October 16, 2006 12:27 PM, Blogger Louise said...

Oh dear, Anne - you are having trash problems aren't you? Even I understand it ... if you don't want to post the message you have just written, you press on the trash bin and the posting disappears. You can't trash other peoples' comments - only Colin can do that if he is online at the time.

Thank goodness you don't live here (en Suisse) as to understand their trash and recycling rules needs a degree - so far I have discovered that you cannot dump your trash from 10pm to 8am - which is great if you live near a bottle bank as I used to in France. We have bins for paper, glass, plastic bottles, milk packs, garden waste, and one for whatever doesn't fall in those categories (ordinary household stuff) - there are probably more but you kind of give up the will to live after a certain time and either need an enormous kitchen or back yard to recycle all this stuff.
So consider yourself lucky that you only have to worry about the little trash can at the end of your posting.
PS I forgot about battery recycling and used printer cartridges...

 
At October 16, 2006 12:59 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Thank you Louise for the enlightnment.I see now that there is a time limit for the icon to stay at the post.Mine has now disappeared without my prompting it.Thanks again for your clarity.What were you going to say about recycling batteries in Switzerland?

 
At October 16, 2006 2:05 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Issue here.How are we supposed to know the difference between the "safe moderator" being on or just a quiet spell from the bloggers.What we need now is an alarm clock icon that tells us the moderator is on.

 
At October 16, 2006 2:59 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

It was Peter Ustinov, Louise, who once referred to Toronto as "New York run by the Swiss." We certainly have what sound like Swiss garbage rules -- a blue bin for bottles and tin cans; a grey bin for waste paper; a green bin (supposedly but never quite raccoon-proof -- we have a major urban raccoon problem) for non-compostable food waste; and a composter. All supplied free by the city. We have to buy our own heavyweight paper sacks for garden waste. Once you're used to it and the schedule for pickup it makes a certain amount of sense. But it's not for nothing that the city also has to distribute calendars to keep the pickup dates clear in our minds.
It's contemplating all this that turned me into a garbage philosopher, Thomas!

 
At October 16, 2006 3:20 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Raccoons probably inhabit cities due to the regular food source supplied by compost systems in people's gardens.What we don't see are the rats that come for the same compost at night.I can remember walking along the streets in Lausanne with their stone walls abutting the sidewalks and seeing a few rats peering out of the crevices on rainy days.Picturesque Switzerland!

 
At October 16, 2006 5:54 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

Colin moves in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform. For reasons best known to himself, he seems to be barring responses to his latest spicy posting. But he's putting me in touch with my metaphysical side.
From the existentialism of the little garbage cans, we move to "...until things settle down generally, I am unlikely to make more than sporadic postings. Fortunately, you all seem to be able to get along quite well without me between my visits."
I'm not an even remotely religious person, but I can see a god-like analogy here. Once in a while, the deity Colin will descend from Olympus to give us direction and between these celestial manifestations we mere mortals will worship in the wilderness and obey what we interpret as his commands. As an earlier contributor said, after Colin received 4 responses to his first test posting, "You should start your own religion." He may have taken this to heart.
Here endeth the lesson. Blessed be the name of Colin. Just to be on the safe side (he may have lightning bolts at his command) you'd better all say, "Amen."

 
At October 16, 2006 5:55 PM, Blogger Louise said...

Haven't seen any rats here so far ... maybe living high up in the mountains doesn't agree with them - they prefer the rather muggy atmosphere of Lausanne. Personally my trash gets trashed by foxes and pine martins (and something that looks suspiciously like my dog every now and then).

Perhaps I should try putting a label on my dustbins saying "Offensive smelling trash".

You're sounding a bit bitchy today Anne! No, la Suisse isn't 100% squeaky clean and your rat sighting proves it. Have you trashed your poems or what?

 
At October 16, 2006 6:57 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Hello Louise.Your martens are probably rat predators.No.I'm not b****y.Would you like a poem? I'll try if I can.

 
At October 16, 2006 7:06 PM, Blogger Louise said...

Oh, good! I'm not the only one not able to post on the new blog Bill! However, am now on the supper run, so don't have the time.

A poem please, Anne!

I was going to say on the latest blog that of course we get on without Colin - having all been in training for months on the Telegraph blog when we had to guess at what time our postings would appear (if they appeared) we have all become dab hands at this lark - what are dab hands by the way? I am sure one of you lot will know, and avoid me having to google it!

 
At October 16, 2006 7:09 PM, Blogger exeter said...

Write us a hymn Anne. Better make it to the lord our Randall not the lord our Colin, harder to rhyme.Light a candle to saint Randall, there I've got you started.

 
At October 16, 2006 7:15 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

The Oxford says "dab hand" goes back to the 17th century, Louise, but can't say where it originated. Could it be derived from "adept?" Probably not or the Oxford dab hands would surely know that.

 
At October 16, 2006 7:49 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Dinner in the Alps.

Appetites are at their heights.
When dinner offers Alpine delights.
Fresh fromage from the pasturing cow.
Omellets from eggs as free range chickens know how.
Salad picked daily from the garden plot.
Vegtables nourished by sunshine aloft.
Coffee from water in the glacial stream.
Fresh bread baked daily is not a dream.
Enjoy the evening,enjoy the dinner.
A meal in Switzerland can't be finer.

 
At October 16, 2006 7:56 PM, Blogger richard of orléans said...

I’m not sure we need to get into the spiritual realm Bill. A more down to earth explanation would be that he has grown a big head. He has more posts than the 99 Telegraph blogs put together. I don’t have too much time to blog right now but I’d just like to get it clear once and for all that I intensely dislike people who are against ad hominem attacks. I think they're hypocritical creeps.

 
At October 16, 2006 8:03 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

The best spirituality comes from a bottle, Richard. I'm all for ad hominem attacks myself; they give savour to a blog such as this. But I can see where Colin wants to tread carefully in these early days. I suspect he'll let the leash off as he gets more into it.
Big-headed? Not the Colin Randall I've known for these past 45 years or so -- one of the most modest, self-effacing almighties we're ever likely to find ourselves doing obeisance before.
Louise, is running at supper time a Swiss ritual of some kind?

 
At October 16, 2006 8:11 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Bill.Why do you mention that you've known Colin Randall all these years.And the time on the Telegraph about going for a drink in the UK.Is this Toronto style name dropping.If you have this special relationship,and we don't of course,shouldn't it be private.
A little social savvy?

 
At October 16, 2006 8:16 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

And your qualifications as a social adjudicator, Anne, would be?
I believe you're mistaken about my going for a drink with Colin in the UK. I haven't seen him there in years. But we had a couple of meals together in Paris in March. Or is that name-dropping, too? Whoops!
I'm proud of my friendship with Colin. I see no reason to hide it. But I mentioned it in this context merely to refute Richard's suggestion that Colin might have a swelled head. I refuse to apologize for that.

 
At October 16, 2006 8:19 PM, Blogger richard of orléans said...

Come on Bill am I supposed to say I disagree with everything that Bush does but I think there is nothing wrong with him as a person. English tosh. Let's be international. Great poem Anne, though unfortunately Swiss food is not that fantastic. Reasonable in the French and Italian bits,German elsewhere.

 
At October 16, 2006 8:28 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Bill Taylor.Are you qualified too ask if I can read and write?The UK invitation?Refer yourself to your Telegraph post.Past,present and future are essentials in communicating.Tell us more.Dinners in Paris?I'm glad you're not a friend of mine.

 
At October 16, 2006 8:30 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

Good grief, no, Richard. Be as ad-hom about Bush as you like. There's no Hell hot enough for that one.
The best thing about Swiss cheese is the holes. Germany has one or two decent dishes. Don't ask me what; I can't pronounce them. A good Bratwurst is worth a detour, though.

 
At October 16, 2006 8:41 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

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At October 16, 2006 8:56 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

Oh dear, and here I was thinking we were such great buddies, Anne. All the fine times I thought we'd had. But if we're not friends, I'm certainly not telling you about my meals in Paris. You must live vicariously through someone else from now on, not me. I shall miss you.

 
At October 16, 2006 9:04 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Vicar Taylor.
If you must preach.
Be sure your hands are out of reach.
You were the one that chose your life.
With sermons never the least polite.
The Telegrap your divine retreat.
Now ,residing here in sad defeat.

 
At October 16, 2006 9:12 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

That's as baffling as I'm sure it's true, Anne. I think.

 
At October 16, 2006 9:23 PM, Blogger richard of orléans said...

Hey Anne we're not here in sad defeat. We finally get a good blog without some young snobs filtering our comments.Have you noticed all the excitement on the Telegraph? No defeatism allowed. Now if you've fallen out with Bill that's a ladies right. By the way I never understood your rubbish bin problems, I don't have any.

 
At October 16, 2006 9:51 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Hello Richard.Thanks for the garbage can mention.I'm all set now with a little experience as to how it works.Having the new blog here feels a bit insular but I do enjoy some of the regulars.We need new bloggers here to add to the atmosphere as well as minimize the saturation from overactive bloggers.The type that will say anything as long as the words come out of their mouth.I miss Ped.Do you think anyone really reads Colin's new blog?Wonder if Ped was a real person.

 
At October 17, 2006 6:47 AM, Blogger Louise said...

Well done for the poem, Anne. I'm sure we were all missing them.

Yes Bill, running at supper is very Swiss, or French, or English as far as I'm concerned. It involves dishing out the most enormous quantities of food in overdrive mode to children who are 'starving' and leaves you feeling like you have just run a marathon by the end of the meal - know what I mean?

I see that today is blogging day - why in the hell do we have to have 'days' to do things - I do hate it so. Are people's lives so pathetic that they have to be told what to do on certain days of the year? Obviously. Talk about sad anoraks.

 
At October 17, 2006 10:50 AM, Blogger Louise said...

I vaguely heard something last night on the TV about blogging - in respect to whether, as a blogger, one was responsible for the postings on a site ... or not. It would appear that French law at the present time is unarmed to cope with this - personally I think that as a blogger, Colin, as long as you post nothing that can be deemed as racist, sexist or whatever, you cannot be responsible for postings on your blog that go off the tracks. To me this appears logical - unfortunately the law seems to work in wonderous ways nowadays!

 
At October 17, 2006 12:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

We are supposed to do something vaguely historical today and blog about it.
My day: work, take youngest swimming, have a lovely dinner, bed.
Nothing really to write home about...

 
At October 17, 2006 1:18 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

In France a dinner is not by chance.
It comes prepared days in advance.
Care is taken for this important meal.
So children can enjoy it's hearty appeal.
Dinner at home is a time for grace,
To think of others in homeless space.
In France a dinner is not by chance.
It brings humanity to the table.


A little early in the day to be reading this of course but a thought for this evening.
Bon appetit.

 
At October 17, 2006 2:48 PM, Blogger richard of orléans said...

Hi gals and guys I need your help. Sarah has kindly asked me to fill in the gaps in her sex life, with my imagination. I didn’t want to turn her down but I am afraid that my imagination may not be vivid enough to handle this task. I don’t have an awful lot to work with. Her blogs are full of hoovering, shopping, schooling,cooking but there is just one enormous and suspicious exception , the boyfriend. We know she likes experienced lovers but the requisite experience is not defined. Also she’s not too fussy; Colin Berry has been accepted as a lodger. She talks of early biddydom, but that is a too obvious red herring for any serious Agatha Christie reader to swallow. We know that she is going to bed early tonight after a delicious meal (with whom) and will do something historic (à deux one can presume). Now Louise you who sneak up to Orléans to meet your boyfriend, surely you can read more into these blogs and point out the tell tale signs. Bill you are always very perceptive, what do you see? Anne your poems suggest you have a fountain of experience in life and can detect the subtler nuances. Might not God be able to see through the bed sheets?

 
At October 17, 2006 3:35 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

That the dinner in France is on the advance.
Contributors here can see at a glance.
Should the topic progress to give it address.
Or will pens go forth and make it a mess.
Nothing from me,sorry to say.
La vie de Sarah est toujours prive.

 
At October 17, 2006 4:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Try PetiteAnglaise's blog, Richard. It gets quite saucy in there...

However, while I may be discretion itself in my blog, my book is another matter!

 
At October 17, 2006 5:40 PM, Blogger richard of orléans said...

Sarah you have to wade through too much newly hatched frogspawn for my taste. I'm looking forward to your book. Don't get distracted by the lodger, who wastes everybody’s time.

 
At October 17, 2006 5:58 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

Perhaps Sarah will finally give us an answer to the question: I wonder, wonder who, I wonder who, who wrote the Book of Love. One can only hope that she's not like the old Irish author George Moore, of whom it was said he didn't kiss and tell, he told and didn't kiss.

 
At October 17, 2006 6:13 PM, Blogger anne gilbert said...

Bill Taylor.
One of your best.
Sleep well tonight,a well earned rest.

anne

 
At October 17, 2006 6:33 PM, Blogger Louise said...

Coooo, Sarah - you're being set up as a real Mata Hari, aren't you? The boys are falling over themselves!

 
At October 18, 2006 11:10 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmm, there are worse cyber reputations...

 
At October 18, 2006 1:21 PM, Blogger richard of orléans said...

Now Louise don’t get jealous we all know you are having your fun in the orléans area. Getting up to things that by self censorship we cannot describe on this blog. Indeed things that involve so many four letter words that the Concise Oxford Dictionary is no longer concise. But I will find a forum, somewhere, to publish and be damned. Maybe dreams and daemons, if it works, would be the kind of poubelle site for this content.

So I figured out where it all happens. Vendôme, I go there often. It is a beautiful medieval town on le Loir (no spelling mistake, le Loir is a tributary of la Loire) As so often in the Centre we have medieval towns that were rich in the 16th and 17 th centuries but subsequently the frenzy of the industrial, commercial, and service revolutions passed them by. They are now being tastefully modernised but without the horrors of the Disney land Chilterns. I always pay my respects to Sire Rochambeau who has his statue on the main square. He was a colleague of Lafayette and heroically fort with the Americans in the war of liberation against the tyrannical if incompetent English. I wonder why Canada was liberated so much later.

There is a pleasant restaurant in a converted water mill for lunch. You can sit right next to the water wheel encased in glass. The reason I go there is more reputable than yours. It is the Centre National des Compteurs. Yes the National Centre for Story Tellers. The English have a top world class reputation for telling stories. So they asked me to come along as a whopper consultant. But what they can’t understand is that we English don’t need training, fibs come to us naturally.

 
At October 18, 2006 1:32 PM, Blogger richard of orléans said...

Sorry for the spelling mistake, conteurs of course not compteurs. Everybody knows the English can't count.

 
At October 18, 2006 3:39 PM, Blogger Bill Taylor said...

Canada's liberation is, alas, not yet complete, Richard. But the chains are weakening. And we have our own version of the Concise Oxford. The Canadian Oxford doesn't stop at inaccrochable (if I'm using the term correctly; I'm not certain) four-letter words. It has one 11-letter (though it can be hyphenated) noun, with verbs both transitive and intransitive, for a practice that sounds not only appalling but agonising.
On a happier note, Vendôme is a delightful town an le Lois is a lovely river. I don't know the restaurant you mention; I must seek it out next time I'm there.

 
At October 18, 2006 7:28 PM, Blogger Louise said...

Yes, lovely place Vendome - but you are wrong Richard! And no the boyfriend doesn't live there but, horror of horrors, in ENGLAND!

Conteurs et compteurs - sounds the same, doesn't it - but as you remarked, spelt differently and not quite the same thing - although lots of frogs go to their accountants and tell them long stories!

 

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