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14
July 2005 ::
" The Attack of the 50ft Francophile #3" ::
Tragic isn't
it?
My lovely manservant, mr.Kenneth catches me in a private moment
in the back room at Chez Shirley garnering inspiration for this
latest instalment of low-fi lovliness and then threatens moi with
an aural torture too hideous to mention if I don't let him post
the pic!
Okay ... I'll spill the beans on that minx and all I'll say is
two words ... Phil Collins.
Such a cruel, cruel man. If he wasn't so good around the house,
I'd be hunting the personals for a replacement that's for sure.
So enough about moi.
As long time listeners know, it's a tradition here that mr.Kenneth
and I celebrate Bastille Day, so I've had him pulling all sorts
of music down from the shelves again that scream "France".
You'll hear some French people singing in French, some English
speakers singing in French, some German types doing their best
for international relations and some French people singing in
English. Kooky huh?
But's that's the French for you. Bless their Hermes socks!
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