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Bleach injections are the cure - Trump says so. Let him volunteer. Looking at the BBC News website, Trump seems to be getting a lot more publicity than Bojo did. Most of the French press give the story third (or lower) in the headline listings.

I'm not entirely persuaded the Bojo's Covid infection was genuine - he's made a remarkable recovery.

Fake news, must be!

Brew is dead right on me failing on eligibility. I took full French citizenship early last year. However, there is one aspect in the scent areawhere I might become useful ( as a foreign consultant) and that is that I was commissioned a number of years ago to create a faecal odour concentrate for use in research into products acting as "bathroom deodorants". This work initially involved extracting the odourous components from the genuine article, analysing them and then blending into a product called "Bathroom Odour". It was for research purposes only, obviously, but it was marketed

I recall probably in the early 1960s when broadcast weather forecasters were banned from using the term "black ice" for certain roads conditions and were required to change it to "dark ice" - which, in my view, was no improvement.

I don't know what it's like in the UK but, as well as encyclopedic length leaflets in the cartons they are now sealed with about half a kilometre of industrial strength Sellotape.

Excellent news, nonna!

All pharmacies, hospitals and police premises in France have a mushroom identification poster on display.

I will eat (or at least try) most things - provided that I know they are edible and I have seen someone else eat them with enjoyment and without ill effect. I do draw the line at rat, though and I did try fox once but it reminded me too much of my dogs so that was a no-no. Living in the wilds (as I do) there is plenty of opportunity sample lots of oddities, especially mushrooms and wild game and when I was able to walk, I would go on field trips with the locals and we would cook our catch, whatever was edible that trip Most likely not on that same day - as is known, lots (most) of

Staff at the company I worked for here used to (probably still do) organise coach trips to Spain to buy wine. There were about ten people on the trip on a coach large enough to seat at least sixty. It would go out to Spain on Friday evening almost empty and return Sunday with almost no space to even breathe. This practise was (is) hugely frowned upon by the border patrols but, being EU, there was nothing they could do about it. I'm not much of a drinker but I must say that Spanish wine now is infinitely better than the old Hirondelle that use to be shoved at us at 60s p

katyjay, it was a sort of comics connection that made me name my dogs Gnasher and Growler. Any dog breed less fitting to the name is difficult to imagine! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norfolk_Terrier

Lizzie, sorry to learn about your loss. I know exactly what it's like - it's just over a year since I lost my dog, Growler and it seems that my second dog, Gnasher, will not be with us much longer. She has never recovered from the loss of her friend and companion and has become very "clinging" to us, seeming to want constant reassurance although there is little sign of physical illness.

You can't take it with you.

When I first came to France I was warned never to go anywhere without plenty of toilet paper. My first experience ever of a French public toilet was at Nice airport. It was staffed by numerous Gorgonian women each with their tray of small change in which you were supposed to donate an appropriate amount of money in exchange for (like Italy) the two sheets (small size) of what they termed papier hygenique but which would be just as suitable as sandpaper (Izal had nothing on that). Suddenly, I didn't need to go any longer. I should point out that it's not like that now and, apart fro

I seem to remember that there were several Derbyshire villages (in the Peaks, I think) known for Derbyshire neck which was a manifesation of cretinism and shown with goitres as well as low intellect. All due to iodine deficiency. I also remember that you could buy iodised salt for household use to help prevent iodine deficiencies. Cerebos was one brand.

We've been having very strange weather here - storms with some of the most spectacular lightning I've ever seen (previously, Venice held the lightning record for me) then hail with golf ball size pieces, then heat and heat and heat (I have no problems with that per se but the humidity was almost unbearable). Back to being what it should be now - balmy with gentle breezes, remnants of violent winds originating in Africa.

As an ex-Gerardian, it does look like Gerard's in the background.

I went to Beardall Street.

The massacre of innocents causes much discontent amongst the crminal fraternity. I doubt he will have a happy time incarcerated - he certainly wouldn't in a French prison.

I read that the UK something secretary, Priti Patel, is stirring the merde, calling the French "racists". I've also read that she is very poorly regarded amongst her colleagues who say she's a bully. Being accusatory like that is not her reason for negotiating with the French in this immigration/refugee matter. She might consider being a little more concilliatory.

Best wishes BK. Just thinking, there's a lot of bits of metal rattling around inside of us Nottstalgians

It's very low humidity here (most of the time) so chillies ripen and mature perfectly. As for grinding them, we also use a coffee mill for small amounts - I meant to say that although liquidiser slipped on to the keyboard - same mode of action though. The wife of one of the vintners in the village here who makes a chilli conserve (with my chillies) and we get a few pots in payment. As far as I know, it's just chillies and sugar bashed up together.

My explanation of my forum name is given here on a post dated June 7. I have also an entry from earlier days here in the other thread which says: "Mine is simply a mis-spelling of my first name, John, together with the two initials of my second name and surname. Nothing exciting. The locals call me Ianglais (Yanglais) or Jonglais and I have used those as a moniker on other forums but I felt there was too much of a French connection in that, especially as I joined Nottstalgia in an attempt to re-establish my Nottingham heritage. Note jonglais is

It's a almost perfect climate here for growing and drying chilli peppers and we grow lots of them. We have the walls of the outbuildings festooned with chilli plants hanging up to dry - plenty for us and the village.The problem with them is that, even when dry, they are quite soft in texture and difficult to grind into a powder. We have found that a quick oven dry roast and treatment in a liquidiser works wonders but only do a few at a time to preserve freshness.

We were an HP brown sauce family.