Firstly there was meeting the firemen on the stairs when I left my flat for hockey. Deeply concerning as I said good morning and they said 'SORTIE! SORTIE!' There might have been a fire somewhere but I was going out anyway so that was fine.
Having set up the last minute equaliser for hockey in my first match for Paris 1sts for our first points of the season, we triumphantly went back to our captains house for teas.
Last year in Bristol, hockey teas consisted of undercooked chips and A sausage in our student union. Parisian hockey teas it seems are taken more seriously.....
The match was hilarious as we were playing last years league winners who had an australian coach who was very arrogant. With five minutes to go he said 'this is too easy; why are we playing these clowns?' So I went about setting up the equalising goal and the crazy australian man was incandescent with rage and promptly demolished the dug out and shouted at all his players who left angrily. 2 points lost for them methinks!
Anyway, on with the tea story! Having got back to the captains house, he announced that cold beers were in the fridge or in the cellar and that he was popping out for a few minutes.
Upon his return, much astonishment and jubilation was let forth when out of his shopping bag appeared 5 rustic French loafs of bread, a massive slab of ham and some paté an inch thick and as big as an A4 sheet of paper!
After demolishing that with much French banter about whether Jean Sarkozy should be head of EPAD (Im sitting on the fence on that one as im agreeing with both sides) Dadou appeared with a freshly made pasta carbonara.
At this point I'm thinking, 'they take this rather seriously!'. After which appears a lovely gateau followed by coffee and WHISKY! Mindbending!
*as i write this, someone in the flat above me has thrown what appears to be cooking fat out the window and now my windowsill is covered in the stuff! not amused!*
After much gateau and less whisky, I traipsed to the metro and took 3 lines to get home; to find the flat still in one piece; thank goodness!
Then I watched the F1 on French telly; excellent fun! Except when a certain Englishman had won it, they decided that news on greves and farmers was more important.
Although I don't blame them, as I'm sure going on strike and farming are much more common participation sports here than motor racing!
So lastly, well done Jenson Button. I've been privileged enough to meet him thrice and he's such a nice bloke! So fully deserved!
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