Les Bons Vivants in Corsica (Part 1)

It's a long time since I've posted one of these videos of the Bons Vivants doing what they do best; eating, drinking, and having fun.

Here they are in Corsica, waving guns around like a bunch of junior Mafioso (firearms etiquette is not their forté), and enjoying the best that the island can offer. 

Their accents are very strong; very similar to where I live, so not easy for everyone to understand. However, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it.

These boys don't hold back, they search out the very best of each region of France. The cheeses, the charcuterie, the wines, the alcohols. And at the same time they have a lot of fun with their palls.

It's why we love France (and Corsica) so much. 

They're basically a pair of Foodie-Hooligans.

 

Should we 'Ban the Burka' ?

No, not Brighton beach, but probably somewhere in 'Arabia'.

Many burka-wearing women say that they like to be totally covered, but one wonders what their husbands would say/do if they said otherwise. How can this poor woman in the photo not be desperate to join her family in the water?

Humans are humans wherever they live, and women want the same freedoms and opportunities as their sisters elsewhere. To be educated, to find a nice husband, to make her own decisions, to be her own person. These are basic desires, and rights.

I do have sympathy with these oppressed women, but if it's what they REALLY want, then OK. However, I don't believe a word of it. I mean; just look at this poor woman; obeying the wishes of her husband (I presume the photo is genuine). I can just see her thinking how nice it would be to wear a bikini, let her skin feel the sunshine, and throw herself into the cooling water.

Is there a woman in the world who really wants to be covered from head to toe in a black shroud for the whole of their lives..... and for what?

Several major EU countries are now banning the wearing of such clothes. With 'facial recognition' cameras being installed everywhere, they NEED to be outlawed. 

On a personal note, I must say that I do find them quite amusing. I suppose I shouldn't laugh at them, but they do look quite comical.

Could there possibly be a sillier form of dress ???

This should do the job.

 

Mouches et Moustiques.

One of the most noticeable differences between the UK and France, are the Flying Insects.

We are sleeping in our 'Tower'; an outside room with a very comfortable bed. But somehow the Flies and Mozzies have already discovered that we're there.

I've given it a good spraying, I've installed a plug-in-insect-scarer, and I'm even wearing a yellow plastic anti-Mozzie bracelet, but still they come. 

I remember many years ago talking to our local Chatelaine about the problem, and she very indignantly asked me "So, you don't have Flies in England?".

"Of course we do", I replied, "but as soon as one is spotted inside a house, everyone rolls-up a newspaper, and we hunt him down". A very different attitude to here in France.

Like most people, I really hate hearing a Mozzie at night. It can completely spoil one's pattern of sleep.

If anyone knows of a foolproof system to keep the wretched things away, please let me (and the rest of the world) know.

A new member of staff.

 

Yes, we have a new member of staff here at the 'homestead'. He is amusingly known as 'Creepy Crawley', and is mostly found either beside, or in, the pool.

He's a hard-worker, and his demands are few. He works for just a few hours every other day; and does a grand job. 

Seeing as my poor old back hardly functions any more, we decided that we needed extra help with certain outdoor cleaning jobs. Then Kimbo found 'Creepy', who was desperately looking for work.

He takes life quite leisurely, mooching about and climbing up walls and steps. He does a bit of sweeping, then when he's tired he simply goes to sleep and I rescue him from the depths.

It's a bit like having a tame Turtle in the pool.

The Death Sentence.

I don't wish to upset anyone, but we've had a crime recently in the UK that is possibly the worst I've ever encountered. Please be warned.

I'm not at all a 'hang 'em high' person, in fact I'm 99% anti-capital-punishment, but just occasionally we come across cases that are so horrendous that, frankly, no other punishment fits the crime. Such criminals should be prepared to sacrifice their own lives.

This case is so awful, that I won't even suggest that you look too much into it; it's too harrowing. However if you do wish to know what I'm talking about just look-up 'Preston Davey' on the net; but BE PREPARED.

The treatment that this poor 13 month old baby boy received at the hands of his newly adopted parents is beyond belief.

In many ways, I wish I'd never heard about this crime, as it REALLY upsets me. I simply cannot believe that fellow humans could be so vile. 

Frankly, I think just hanging them would be too kind. 

The only solace I have, is knowing that they will have an extremely rough time in prison. I'm sure you know what I mean. Such people are not very popular; they'll be very lucky to get out alive !

All this little boy wanted was to be loved and cared-for; what he got was a bloody MONSTER who abused and eventually killed him. I literally SHUDDER when I think of what the poor child endured.

I just keep thinking of all those people who would have loved to adopt little Preston; including Lady M and myself. Instead he was given to these two scumbags.

If there's a better reason to re-introduce the death sentence; I'd love to know it!

Merci.

 

What a really lovely circle of 'friends' we have, here on the net.

I write a load of inconsequential nonscience, day after day, and when I have a few problems, I am offered sympathy and support by the bucket load.

When one becomes partially immobile, and lives in constant pain, one becomes crotchety and unsociable. It's not something I enjoy, but it comes with the situation.

So I wish to say THANK YOU to everyone. Your kind thoughts have meant a lot to me. Cro xx