anotherbanana

Judging by the numbers of people who read my Memories there are up to 130 folk who look in and dont post too often but the average is around 60 which seems ok. Many of us have been around France a long time and are well able to manage in France and to offer help to others. It is a pity we dont get to discuss France and French mattes more but that is a matter of choice, I guess. And yes, we have had some great characters but it isnt forever. Old furts like Norman and I seem to have been here since the start of the dinosaur age.

Perhaps the empty trucks are actually full but sailing via Belgium to avoid French stupidity?

Out of interest, since 2012, 263 people have been killed in 23 different Islamic terrorist attacks in France. I cannot compare with other countries. But this number just brings home the viciousness of these extremists. https://www.lefigaro.fr/international/depuis-2012-263-personnes-sont-mortes-dans-des-attentats-islamistes-en-france-20191007

Well, as they cant be cured and locking up for life is cruel, maybe they should be parachuted over Syria/ Iraq/ Tunisia...... or others, or simply shot in the act where possible.

Allah is great, you have insulted our Prophet, you must die. You are kaffeers, scum! On the other hand, there is Iraq, Syria, Palestine, Lubnan.....

Forget the translation, it is not necessary. However, what is necessary is that the purchasers signature is witnessed. I cant remember if the notaire also signs every page but I think not. So, I think a notary public is required and not all solicitors are so qualified.

Thank you, Norman. Yes, I know what a dab is but didnt want to confuse it with sole. I suspect that there is a local name here where there seem to be plenty at times, but all in English waters!

What would have to be translated, by the way, the contract itself or all the rubbish that comes with the survey which is useless except for a couple of pages?

So, are dabs baby limandes?

There is always the next village or the next or the next or ...... online dating for farmers!?

What is the French name for the fish called dab in English, please? I have come across the word limande but feel that is used for sole which is bigger.

Remember to ask for ‘amants’ when ordering!?

This may sound stoopid but could you have a look at fishing weights. I seem to remember that there used to be tiny ones with holes through them that might do the job.

Never heard of deeds being translated.

Somehow this does not seem kosher. Do I trust them? They have been around for a while but the numbers are increasing sharply. https://www.lefigaro.fr/actualite-france/cinq-questions-sur-les-voitures-radars-privees-qui-arpentent-les-routes-francaises-20210421

Well, numbers arent down here to any significant extent, so I guess we are stuck with being stuck, so to speak.

Genoa When I was a young man and foolish and being returned to the YouKay to complete my education, we sailed, my mother and I, into Genoa harbour aboard a stately Union Castle liner, my mother to return to the bosom of her family whilst my father packed up the African paradise which took both our souls, and whilst I was stuck in Grimellington Houseofshit Pubic School. Now the seafront at Genoa was an old fashioned place designed for sailors and their needs but my mother wanted blankets and from Genoa, so we went in search of blankets, not alone, but accompanied by the master-at-arms who was a man who missed his family on long voyages and had kids of my age and was not after my arse nor my mother's (well, she never said anything), but who gave me a much treasured model of HMS Cossack set in a painted, plaster sea. And it was hot in Genoa so we went shopping, the three of us, at dusk, through the seafront where the sailors gathered, as did the ladies of the night. Being fifteen years of age and intensely curious, I noticed things, like the come-ons from the whores on Seventh Avenue (actually Lampedusa Street). Particularly, one very elderly lady, of enormous stature, who touted her wares, shall we say, from a wooden stool, all her wares, nothing left to the imagination. The master-at-arms laughed when he saw my curiosity and said that she had been there when he was a lad and that I should never touch raddled meat, which expression I did not fully understand 'til later. But my mother seemed glad for his intervention. We bought blankets which I still have though what to do with them I shall never know. Twenty years later, returning to Libya via Genoa where a filthy ferry awaited, my new wife and I took a stroll through the sailors' quarter and what did we find? Same stool, same old crone but not dated by a day. Was it her, was it her sister, her cousin, her daughter, her grandchild? I shall never know, but, by then, pompous fart of a husband, I told my new wife of the ways of the ladies of the night and sailors and she was shocked as she was innocent of such things (well, wilfully blind as Belgians are, where such things are not seen). And she hurried us away as if not willing to engage, but I would have liked to share a glass with this old crone, to discover her life, her hopes her dreams. Instead I became bourgeois and had bank accounts and mortgages and people judged us by the size of the car and the house and the dinner parties. But now, Leonard Cohen wise I will rise and be ANGRY

idun, you could be arrested for saying that; you are supposed to day it is the fault of the White man, slavery and institutional racism which holds them back!?

Good point.

Give up watching so much news, be happier!

The problem in any culture is that nationality becomes associated with ethnicity and with unpleasantness. An example health problems in national or ethnic groups in UK here: https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2021/apr/18/birmingham-launches-taskforce-as-babies-die-at-twice-national-rate

Yes, I guess national or geographical origins is as good as any. The ban on ethnicity was to stop the NF, as it was then, from exploiting the numbers, if I remember rightly.

Thank you cajal. Yes, not sure that there are any surprises in the numbers, really? Many immigrants live in crowded communities which are ideal for spreading covid, and many may choose to reject the vaccination for all sorts of reasons. And other conditions may not be treated either as rendezvous get cancelled etc. Probably even the outreach programmes have not been sufficient of they ever were.

I suppose the difference is that Macron sends the gendarmes to knock down your door in the middle of the night but MLP sends her Blackshirts!?

Sez eet awl reeli!