Ah, the beautiful misty mornings of late September. Trying their best tostop people getting out of bed and into work. Bloody depressing, that’s what it is.
But it’s alright, though. For this is my last day of work for a fortnight, and I’m away on me holidays. Well, OK, my ‘holidays’, but still. A fortnight off work, in the land of the cheese eating surrender monkeys? All to the good.
Now, I have to try and learn French. Because they do so love it when you turn up and butcher their lingo in front of them, don’t they?
Would “The Alternative French Dictionary” help (found @ http://www.notam02.no/~hcholm/altlang/ht/French.1.html#so44) ?
I’ll have to be very careful about how I use the word fille, won’t I? Many opportunities for misunderstandings right there.
Does this mean we can trash your comments again?
Are you going to Lourdes then?
Sandra: sure why not; it amuses me and I sometimes get poetry written about me.
Nelly: Actually, we’ll probably be stopping off in Lisieux for a day or two. What fun.
Lisieux is rather nice. Don’t forget to light a candle for all your devoted readers.
Lourdes is fun. Nobody does tat like Kethlicks.
I’ll confess that I’m not that interested in the tat. I may go and have a look at a couple of nearby beaches, though.
What? When you could be buying Holy Water sweeties and giant glow-in-the-dark Rosaries? Well, don’t blame me if you end up moping around and getting sand in your gutties.
I have visions of Ed driving a carful of nuns and priests around the holy shrines of France. Leaving out Lourdes, as it is far too common for your clergy – them being Canons, Archdeacons & Mother Superiors.
Come now, surely if they were that high up they’d have drivers at the other end anyway. I’d be relegated to schlepping along behind them with the luggage.
No better boy for it.
No, when you weren’t driving, you’d be leading the way with a furled umbrella: ” And we’re walking!”
I think it is only a matter of time before Ed’s own vocation kicks in and he takes the vow of celibacy.
He’ll be the sort of priest all the oul dolls and spinsters’ll be mad about.
Go Nelly & Sandra! Go Father Edward!
If it is to be done, it is to be done with style. So I’d be Father Eduardo; it sounds better in foreign.
All the good looking boys become priests.
Father Eduardo sounds rather sleazy and a touch commie. He does not sound like a priest who would hold to his vow of celibacy. Father Ted now – there is a moniker that positively reeks of integrity.
If he’s going all continental, then he’d be Don Eduardo, which I think sounds positively provoking of Improper Thoughts. In my mind’s eye, he’s handsome in sleek black, with one roguishly-raised eyebrow.
Bet the queue outside the confessional would be enormous.
I hate to think of the penance you’d be getting Sandra.
From the Archives of History, in another time, in another place:
“Father Eduardo- (male)- Catholic priest and confessor, in the pay of the law firm, alcoholic- Ed H”
(Explanation in english: Ed is reprising “Father Eduardo” from an earlier incarnation.)
Ah, I see. I was wondering where stood on this issue.
Er, where youstood.
*coughs* I think where I am in this is rather.. shall we say… spurious.