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Bernard Madoff

In the light of Bernard Madoff getting a 150 year jail term for fraud, I said to John, "a lot of people will be disappointed because they were hoping that he'd get a life sentence."

John replied, "Yeah, it's not right, because with good behaviour he'll get parole in a hundred years."

A reminder for John

Gimme cold

Most days, the temperature is hitting 34C in the shade and is slowing us down somewhat. Dinner on the terrace until late, is the order of the day, because the evenings are much cooler by comparison. Having said that, last night Jan produced chili prawns as a starter and then penang curry. Grief, aren't we sweating enough?

They've started

Michael Jackson had a heart attack and died when he found out that Boys 2 Men was a band and not a delivery service.

Never trust a blonde

A man boarded an airplane in New Orleans with a box of frozen crabs and asked a blonde, female crew member to take care of the box for him. She took the box and promised to put it in the crew's refrigerator.

He pointedly advised her that he was holding her personally responsible for the crabs staying frozen, mentioned that he was a lawyer, and proceeded to rant at her about what would happen if she let them thaw out.

Needless to say, she was annoyed by his behaviour.

Shortly before landing in New York, she used the intercom to announce to the entire cabin, "Would the lawyer who gave me the crabs in New Orleans please raise your hand?"

Not one hand went up .. So she took them home and ate them.

Panzanella

I was a very happy bunny this afternoon (do we want to know this? - Ed) because for lunch Jan made my favourite meal of the moment - panzanella.

Knowing how you hang onto my every word, I spent quite a bit of time looking for a good recipe. Try it. Simple, quick (if you already have some roast peppers), very tasty, authentic, Italian food, to die for. Add a few capers to taste, as well!

Fete de la Musique

A few years back, in 1981 to be precise, the then minister of culture, Jack Lang, decreed that throughout France, on June 21st, its citizens should celebrated with music. In theory this has since spread to other countries, including the UK, but until I got here in France I'd never heard about it.

Anyway, last night was our village music festival. there was quite a lot organised. At 18.00, in the boules area, there was Hip Hop, 18.15 a French songs singalong, at 20.00 opera in the temple and at 21.00 (because you can never have too much of a good thing) it was back outside for another French singalong. This was all free, with all participants offering their time for free, and even a 'mouclade' offered for free.

Having said all that, it was blowing a gale outside so we decided not to go and stayed in to watched two episodes of 'The Wire'. (Bloody peasants! - Ed)

Unexpected guests

Sue and Gil, friends from Windsor, called unexpectedly whilst staying in Servian and came round for dinner last night. Excellent.

Strange but true

I always find it strange to see Iranian protesters with posters in English. It's no wonder he's gone cross eyed!

Veterans tennis

As William and I get older, Milton and Peter stay young, and get better, so our tennis has now settled down to a set each. All the games are quite close and so a lot of fun. Today they won the first set 7-5 and we won the second 6-4. It was as hot as hell, every day recently has been over 30C, and I've no idea how we managed to finish the second set. We might have to start playing a bit earlier, but then you'd already realised that.

When searching for an appropriate picture for this post (old men playing tennis) I came across the one above. Much better than some wrinkly old farts, eh?

Red, red wine

One of the enduring activities in our village, and no doubt thousands of others throughout France, is the annual open air get together, under some disguise or other, where the villagers come out and party.

We were eating dinner outside on the kitchen terrace last night and the live entertainment, for the first of such events this year, over at the village hall about half a kilometre away, kicked off. Normally we attend these events but we have my son James staying with us at the moment and, as he doesn't eat meat, decided to give the event a miss. To the French around here, when you mention the word vegetarian, they look at you in disbelief and then say 'but he does eat chicken?'

Anyway, despite the distance, the band were very good. We listened to very good reproductions of classic 60s hits all in perfect English. We could have been at home (you were! - Ed). God knows how loud it must have been at the stage.

J may be vegetarian but he does like a drink (not so much a chip off the block, more like a drop out of the bucket - Ed) so we decided to open a box of Spanish wine that had been very kindly given to us by friends in Barcelona. I know the friend 'knows his stuff', so was looking forward to finding a little treasure trove. It was. Jan had made spaghetti putanesca so we were looking for a nice red and we found one. Star of the show was a Bodega Los Astrales 2005 from Ribera del Duero. A big, very meaty (sorry James), very well made, red, that was just excellent.

How healthy are you?

I recently picked a new primary care doctor.

After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, he said I was doing "fairlywell" for my age.

A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, "Do you think I"ll live to be 80?"

He asked, "Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?"

"Oh no," I replied.. "I"m not doing drugs, either."

Then he asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?"

I said, "Not much... my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy."

"Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?"

"No, I don"t," I said.

He asked, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?"

"No," I said.

He looked at me and said,

"Then why do you even give a shit?"

Thanks to Chris for this.

One for the boys