Thursday, November 18, 2004
A closet Francophile speaks!
There's nothing really new here, and it is difficult to capture exactly how it feels to be a British Francophile. A kind of violent love isn't perfect, but it is the best attempt I've seen.
When I was a kid, television was called books.
Brit Pundit is in exile at one of the worlds oldest (and therefore best) universities. However, he is beginning to suspect that its reputation isn't entirely deserved. He lives in domestic bliss. When drunk, he will describe himself to anyone willing to listen as an 'outdoorsman'. His friends will agree that he has exemplary taste in music. He loves to cook, but doesn't do it often enough. He is convinced that TV, sports and hangovers are getting worse with age. He is always right, but often changes his mind.