Later in the day, Finn discovered that he could produce very passable armpit farts with the inside of his knees.

Life doesn’t get much more exciting than this.


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Tanned boy with mackerel



At the almost ripe old age of 13, Luca is not quite hairy, but he is certainly working on the growth of his fluff.

And tonight’s dinner comes courtesy of him and his hunting fishing skills.

At the price of fresh fish, the sea kayak has almost paid for itself now.

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The fluffy hunter



One slight comfort when you are on the verge of extinction is that you have sweet shag all to lose.

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The last supper

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Presidential visit (contains saucisson)

He came, he saw, he speeched and he promptly flew off again.

But he remembered to leave the cheese and wine and saucisson and macarons behind him, so all in all, a terrific presidential visit!

It started with a rather long queue of patient endimanchés. It looks like there is more than a couple of expatriate charcuterie aficionados in Dublin. Little did they know how much their patience would be put to the test.


Security was extremely tight.

Both of them.


After a cursory glance at bags and umbrellas, the enjeudillés were finally let loose in Dublin Castle.





And the long wait began.

A long, hot, sweaty wait.

It was announced that the President would be delayed by 40 minutes. Yeah roight. He was in fact delayed by 90 minutes. It is rumoured that Michael D. Higgins insisted on having a game of Uno in Áras an Uterus. That went on and on. While the French charcuterie-loving population of Dublin was sweating away the long minutes.




And finally he arrived. And he did his speech. And not a bad one at that, with some actual content (I always thought that the resident speech writers took July and August off and that some young guy on a job experience scheme was used for the duration of the summer -well, he’s good). And everyone sang la Marseillaise. Well, some did. And the lyrics seemed even more inappropriate than usual. There is no impure blood soaking our fields.  But there is some innocent blood of unfortunate families drying on la Promenade des Anglais…

And finally, the moment we had all waited for: the crowd split in two.

Those who queued to have their photograph taken with Le President.

And those who raided the buffet.

The absence of a selfie from yours truly with a civil servant en bout de course shows unequivocally which side I chose.









It’s been an interesting experience.

Time to head back to work.




Five out of five French men suffer from hair loss.

The most desperate among them dye within an inch of its life whatever little hair is still attached to their scalp.

Well, those with a monthly hairdressing budget of EUR9,000 do.

Today was slightly different. And fun. The wine was good. Very good.

The cheese was smelly. Very smelly. And good. Very good.

The man was presidential. Very. For another little while. 

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It’s official



Oh, Margaret. Look! I can see another rainbow-granny over there. I wonder if I should try and give her a gentle poke…

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Seeing double



With the aid of spicy food and too much sun, Pepe is doing a good job at blending in with the background.

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Korma chameleon