OK, I'll fess up. When I started this blog I lived at River Cottage, a little small holding in the beautiful Wylye Valley but then I moved. So now I live in a beautiful little village in the same valley with my two gorgeous, funny, intelligent children, The Boy, 18 and The Girl, 16. They were clearly swapped at birth and must spend all their waking hours wondering who their real parents are. I've followed no discernable career path, having worked in publishing, the arts, Slebrity PR and as an airstewardess in the Middle East (see what I mean!). I've lived abroad for many years most recently in France. I now work in child protection for our local authority in between raising Orpington hens, writing my next book and pretending to be self-sufficient. I am proudly a single mother
That was a hoot! When it comes to destruction I see that the Americans can always go one better than anyone else...
And another thought occurs.....why couldn't the snip be extended to show the French insurance company's assessor sucking his teeth and announcing that unfortunately, his company could not pay out for the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre as they were both 'vetuste'....
Fly, I've not seem the whole film,just clips that The Boy has shown me but it bows to every racial stereotype that American cinema holds.One of my favourite bits is when their new spy, a Broadway actor, is sent to infiltrate a gang of Muslim terrorists with a spray tan, black cotton wool stuck to his face and a bathtowel wrapped around his head. And I like the idea of the French insurance assessor!
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That is a news report, right?
That was a hoot!
When it comes to destruction I see that the Americans can always go one better than anyone else...
And another thought occurs.....why couldn't the snip be extended to show the French insurance company's assessor sucking his teeth and announcing that unfortunately, his company could not pay out for the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre as they were both 'vetuste'....
Steve, so you spotted Andrew Marr too!
Fly, I've not seem the whole film,just clips that The Boy has shown me but it bows to every racial stereotype that American cinema holds.One of my favourite bits is when their new spy, a Broadway actor, is sent to infiltrate a gang of Muslim terrorists with a spray tan, black cotton wool stuck to his face and a bathtowel wrapped around his head. And I like the idea of the French insurance assessor!
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