Sunday, 4 August 2013

Biting The Bulot

The torments of the juicy fishy flesh!
So, the party's over. The Bloggers Book Fair has ended. I hope all you guys out there enjoyed the breath of new air on these pages. My thanks to all the contributors.

While all that was going on I have been moving myself back to France. Oh - the endless torment of wine, 400 cheeses, moules marinieres and not forgetting kilos of bulots. These wonderful sea molluscs are sold as whelks in the UK and USA but you sure can't buy them in Walmart in England.  Oooh - You just can't beat a nice bit of firm flesh and juice. 

An amazingly non photo shopped pic de famille
As all you historians out there will know, the French dealt with their issues of class, wage differentials and royal deference by inventing the guillotine. Ever since then they have been inventing media to borrow everyone else's royals. Michelle and Barack count equally: (the dog buying story played well here).  Everyone in France wants to know how excited I am by the birth of THE Royal babe. Every French magazine headlines royal baby stories. The UK press has reverted to sensational stories about Killer Heat Waves (three days without rain) and JK Rowling pen names. In my little village there are racks of royal baby mags with William and Kate souvenir oyster knives. The little soul's third name is Louis which might please them I guess, although we did fight wars with many French kings of that name. I know from an inside source that the Queen has read "Knockout!" and wanted him named after Joe Louis, the great American boxer but you'll never convince the French. 
Smile though your legs are breaking. No photo shop here!

Nursing my wounded knee,I mounted the tandem yesterday and knocked out 51 kilometres (about 30 miles). It wasn't too bad. I think the old Sparrow is still smiling a bit but poets have to have gravitas he tells me!

And finally, the Love In A hopeless Place Collection launched. I'll be frank - even though I'm emma. These are literary stories and I had no hopes of sales or even interest. They are part of my own history and experience and I wanted to write them. Two reviewers have picked them up and been most generous. The reviews are here and I just want to say that readers make this quest so wonderful. Both these guys spotted what this was all about and took the trouble to reward me. Gentlemen you do most genuinely have my heart. I love you as fellow literati. 

Emma Thinx: You'll never get up off your knees if you can't get down on them. 


  1. Congratulations on your reviews thus far. Well received indeed. Keep on my dear. You are a fine writer. Glad to see you are moving around well too.

  2. Congrats on your reviews but I'm not surprised, you have talent! I shall pick it up now, I hadn't realized you'd come out with a new book!

    What happened to your knee? And, by the way I love your photo with Oscar (looking dead serious - as poets should, ha ha!) But as to the royal baby, frankly I'm fed up with all that noise about what is really close to a non-event (in my humble view, I'm happy the baby and mother are okay and that's about it! That little baby is nowhere near the throne for the time being...)


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