After Freedom Fries comes…
…an innocent quote from my American Mrs about French food…
You see, we were in the city of Chelmsford in Essex the other day. It’s about 100 miles away from Farnborough; up the M3 and ’round the M25, through the Dartford Tunnel and along the A12.
We went for two reasons:
1) It was a rainy Saturday so I offered to take Becky shopping there and
2) It was my old home town for 7 years, or most of my childhood.
Actually, the excuse to reminisce was reason number 1 therefore an entirely selfish decision, but she fell for the lure of shopping so I got some brownie points for that.
So we took a quick tour to see the houses where I used to live, the places where I used to go to school, the barber shop on Springfield Road, the newsagent’s no more, the pubs now restaurants, seeing what has changed and how much.
Then we went shopping. Chelmsford city centre is still very much the same with the 500 year old Cathedral not far from the 1970s Market, great Victorian buildings amongst crap ’60s concrete. And yet some old names are long gone… no more Co-Op, no more Bolingbroke & Wenley, no more toyshop selling blister pack Citadel miniatures…
But they have completely pedestrianised the High Street where cars and buses once choked the old streets. There was a merry-go-round, a stall selling local sausages and a Frenchman making fresh crépes filled with maltesers, crépes with chocolate & banana, crépes avec sucre et citron… and this is where Becky’s America meets France in England grasp of multi-culturalism excelled, she said…
“I’d love to have a crépe on the sidewalk in Paris”
I’m sure you would dear, I’m sure you would…
MALTESERS …. pant pant commence rabid drooling
Rebekah: Oh yeah, I forgot how much you liked MALTESERS… Me ‘n’ BBFK should get you guys some supplies pretty soon…
Did you ever watch Chelmsford 123?
Bulbboy: Actually I don’t think I did, but I do remember it… it was Chelmsford in Roman times, right?
BBFK would have to fight all the Parisian dogs for a spot, the way I hear it told…
:: still huddles in a pool of her own drool :: MALTESERS pantpantpant droooool
Mummy/Crit: LMAO I’ve heard that too… That’s probably why the French are so good at fragrance, huh?
Rebakah: Calm down, dear, we’ll have you sorted in a jiffy
*huge sheepish grin*
Thanks Hon….doya think the French will like me?
oh he’ll make them like you … or maybe not, he has just admitted he is a selfish git
My BBFK: Of course, darling, you have crépe on Parisian pavements you’ll go down a storm!
piniyini: LMAO, yeah, selfish in the nicest of ways of course… If I can’t look after myself what hope do my friends & loved ones have? LOL
Funny.
Nor’Easters, in a nutshell:
Winter=Way too much snow.
Summer=Way too much rain.
And nasty winds.
Restless Angel: Ah, a reference to those in the North East, I get it now. Thx mate
hey lever u do know i meant that in the nicest possible way … heh heh heh
piniyini: LOL Dude, I’ve known you long enough now to know that you only ever mean well
Hey, no problem
Chelmsford 123 was set in Roman Times with Jimmy Mulville as an ineffectual Roman leader against Rory McGrath‘s British Chieftain. Maybe not as good as I remember (mid teens at the time) but it will always hold a special place in my heart.
You’re a good boy, and I forgive you for not putting ^ that, which would have been right, over the e.
Restless Angel: Cool
Bulbboy: Ah, thanks for the good links, BB; I think I’ll have to have a look at that, maybe download it from C4 if I can…
Jay: Haha, thanks for keeping me in check, Jay, I didn’t know crepe had a circumflex over the e… now I just gotta try write it… ê… That’s it!! Go Me =)