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Category Archives: True stories
Attila the stockbroker
Attila the stockbroker(l’agent de change) and Stalin Having lunch last week in Brighton (Terre-à-Terre) with a dear friend, we got to discussing careers. I maintained that if a child of mine became a stockbroker I would disown them, which seemed to … Continue reading →
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Tagged Attila the Hun, Brighton, Bulgakov, Quentin Letts, Stalin, Terre-a-Terre
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Gary McKinnon
Aussi: le licenciement abusif : unfair dismissal: I was dismayed, but not surprised, to read this morning that this vile government (la coalition) is proposing to scrap the right to claim unfair dismissal. But what can one expect from a … Continue reading →
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Tagged Coalition, Con-Lib coalition, Employment law, Gary McKinnon
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Talk(sport) radio
Apart from laughing at the Haka, I can’t say I am missing the rugby which finished yesterday. But bravo to France for getting to the final, and to New Zealand for winning. For myself I welcome the return to ‘normality’ of Talk(sport) … Continue reading →
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Tagged europe1 radio, Matt Forde, Mike Graham, Steve Berry, Talksport radio
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Muammar Gaddafi
Un tyran de moins – one tyrant less. Quiconque se servira de l’épée périra par l’épée – he who lives by the sword dies by the sword. Now I’m waiting for a smart alec (M. Mme. Mlle je-sais-tout) to tell … Continue reading →
The eyes of the head…
I’m not boasting (much) but I’ve just parcelled up and posted 40 copies of “False Friends: Faux Amis” to Australia (Canberra Alliance Française). Now to work (harder) on the UK branches, so that postage does not cost an arm and … Continue reading →
Un cauchemar
The students will be returning around now to Passfield Hall student hostel in Bloomsbury, London WC1, where I spent a nightmare (un cauchemar) night last week. I can only hope they will be aiming for degrees in finding their way around, … Continue reading →