In the wake of yet another unsourced WORLD EXCLUSIVE (see our revelations on Michael Anthony’s Dave Lee Roth decoy assassination shame below), Staff at Bobballs did that which had eluded the great Erich Ludendorff – we bypassed Paris and went for a leisurely sojourn around western France.
Two weeks in St Gilles and Carnac to be precise. We packed the essentials – Van Halen II, the complete oeuvre of Jeremy Clarkson, and some bitter to the taste centuries-distilled Francophobia.
Clarkson and Van Halen delivered, but nothing from the Francophobia. In fact the French (left) turned out to be polite, considerate and good-humoured. Even my confusing the word ‘Brioche’ (butter bread) with ‘Brochette’ (kebab) at the meat counter found little more than a polite smile that simply said: ‘Ah Bless’.
Staff at Bobballs are fully converted. Vive la France…