Ça commence aujourd’hui (It starts today)

Most evenings, I unwind by watching some TV before heading to bed. I try not to succumb to sleep too early, as it might disrupt my carefully calibrated internal clock. Over time, my body has settled into a rhythm that ensures I get at least seven hours of sleep each night; deviating from this routine could throw this fragile mechanism out of balance. Television, therefore, serves as my trusted sleep-control tool.

I often aim to watch a movie, but most seem uninspired duplicates of tired, overused plots. Once you’ve seen one, it feels like you’ve seen them all.

That’s when I turned to the French TV channel France 2. Its most appealing feature is the complete absence of commercials. However, I quickly discovered that many French movies can be just as bad as their American counterparts.

So, I shifted to watching French talk shows on YouTube, which tackle once-taboo subjects with boldness and a “damn the torpedoes” attitude.

One show I’ve particularly grown fond of is “Ça commence aujourd’hui”, hosted by the perky and ever-inquisitive Faustine Bollaert. The show focuses on unusual stories and situations, creating a provocative and entertaining experience.

The last show that I watched dealt with the sex lives of women “past their prime”. There was a former pornstar, a 64-old woman living with a 25 old man, a “cougar” around 55 who refuses to date any man above 35, a free-spirited woman “of a certain age” who collects lovers and discards them after a brief encounter, and an old priest married to a former parishioner.

This show gave a voice to elderly women who, despite their advancing age, are still looking for love, and interested in sex. They sometimes look oddly unglamorous but are vocal about their convictions and way of life.

“Older women are best because they always think they may be doing it for the last time.” — Ian Fleming

What makes this show interesting is its “no holds barred” approach. The protagonists say exactly what’s on their minds, even when some people find their convictions rather shocking.

What is my frank opinion about this topic? “If you’ve got it, by Jove, flaunt it.”

Alain

Mêlée in Marin

Ashlee and François

Yesterday in Marin County, the weather was sunny, though a bit windy. Twenty determined players gathered to compete and showcase their skills. I was somewhat surprised by the modest turnout, but I was informed that some players are not fans of the mêlée format, which may have influenced attendance.

With Christine absent, the event was managed by Sara Danielson, Shama, and Mark Topher. The tournament featured two games in the morning and two in the afternoon, culminating in exciting matches to determine the first and second-place winners.

The field conditions added an unexpected challenge. The ground was still slightly wet, causing the boules to rebound more than usual and catching many players off guard.

By the end of the day, two standout teams emerged to vie for first place: Matt Hopkins and Adair Hastings, and François Moser and Ashlee Dencklau. Initially, I expected Matt (a skilled pointer) and Adair (an excellent shooter) to dominate. However, as the match progressed, François and Ashlee stood fast, securing an incredible victory with a decisive score of 13-2.

The battle for second place was equally thrilling. Kevin Evoy and Elise Rames faced off against John-Philippe Wyekand Fabien Assie. It was a fiercely contested match, with John-Philippe and Fabien ultimately prevailing by a narrow margin of 13-12.

1st place: François Moser & Ashlee Dencklau
2nd place: Matt Hopkins & Adair Hastings

3rd place: John-Philippe Wyek & Fabien Assie
4th place: Kevin Evoy & Elise Rames

Alain

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Dédé’s Holy Grail (Part 3)

Hey Robert, he said one day, “Do you like pheasants?” I have a couple of them, and if you are available next Sunday, I’d be happy to share them with you.

Le Gros Robert was slightly surprised by this unexpected invitation, but he was not a man to pass up a good meal.

OK, he said. Very kind of you. Thank you.

-What are friends for? My wife will be very pleased to see you, said Dédé grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Next, he decided to go on the prowl for a female partner.

Good women players were also well aware of their talents and as much in demand as their male counterparts. But they were also more difficult to read… and they could keep a grudge for a very long time… Blasted women!

He approached Pauline first. She was an excellent player, but she also had a long memory and a sharp tongue.

-Hey Pauline, he said, you look good today. Is that a new haircut? If you were not married, I would make a pass at you.

-Dédé, if I didn’t know you better, I would think that you meant it.

-I meant it, Pauline, I meant it.

-OK Dédé, what do you want? You are are not buttering me up for nothing… You must want something…

-Pauline, you are unkind. Can’t a guy pay a compliment to a lady without having any second thoughts?

-A normal guy yes, but coming from you it sounds a little odd… So again, what is it that you want?

-You are a little harsh Pauline… but since you ask… How would you like to play with me at the Cup tournament?

-The Cup?

-Yes Pauline, the Cup. I am looking for a good woman partner and I thought of you first.

-I see.

-I’ll probably play with Le Gros Robert… If you join our team, we’ll have a dynamite formation…

-Very kind of you, but I don’t care much for Robert… he is not a pleasant fellow… and frankly Dédé you get on my nerves…

-How is that?

-You talk too much. You are like a fly on a horse… And this is only one of the reasons why I won’t play with you.

-Pauline, I promise to hold my tongue. Let bygones be bygones… play with me and you won’t regret it.

-No Dédé I am sorry… I won’t play with you!

-OK, Pauline, I understand your reluctance to play with Le Gros Robert. But I am pretty sure that I can get the Corsican to play with us instead. You don’t have anything against him, do you?

-Well…

-All right then, if I get the Corsican will you play with us?

-I don’t know… You caught me off guard…

-Don’t you want to win Pauline? Don’t you want to see your name on the Cup?

-All right, all right… if you get the Corsican, I’ll play with you guys.

-OK, Pauline, it’s a deal. I’ll get Pasqualini. But promise me to turn down any other offer…

-I promise.

-You won’t be sorry Pauline. The three of us will be unbeatable.

Alain

To be continued…