
November was meant to be quiet… instead it turned into a marathon of musicals, mulled wine, and mysterious back pain. Read more…
Christmas seems to have ambushed me early this year—blame the sudden cold, the town’s over-enthusiastic lights visible from space, or the shops that think I came in for Santa mugs instead of water glasses. With the First Advent still days away and Heart 70 refusing to play a single carol, I’ve stumbled into festive chaos far ahead of schedule… and it’s oddly delightful. Read more…


Start your day with my daily dose of chaos, coffee and comedy: from misbehaving cars to disappearing turkeys, nostalgic mornings, wild errands, creative struggles and the small triumphs that keep life entertaining. One click, one laugh — bienvenue dans mon joyeux bazar.
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Winter barged in like an uninvited guest this week, the Tramontane tried to blow me into Spain, and my monthly injection needle seems to be training for a bodybuilding contest — but between a divine Tartiflette in Ortaffa, a nostalgia-packed Covertramp concert, and prepping a very un-French Thanksgiving, Week 47 turned out to be surprisingly tasty. Curious? Click in — it’s worth the ride.
A cosy night, a cheese documentary, and then—horror. One revolting Burger King advert later, my appetite vanished, my evening was ruined, and a family-wide fast-food ban was declared. Curious how a single commercial pushed me to the brink? Click in… if you dare.

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Between the sudden winter chill, a swarm of hyper-motivated retirees, a Christmas market rising from the ground, and the glorious failure of France’s digital IDs, my morning turned into a full-blown administrative comedy. Come read how, at 72, I managed to be too modern for the post office.
Venez découvrir Renaud, le pilote qui disait oui à toutes les motos que personne n’osait toucher — surtout cette Kawasaki JBB 750 H2, un prototype aussi stable qu’un frigo sur roulettes. Une plongée hilarante dans les années 70, quand les moustaches étaient aérodynamiques et les pilotes légèrement inconscients. Cliquez avant que ça ne fume !


A short history of Carcassonne
From London high life to local low gears — a week of wind, wheels, flu jabs, turkey plans, and literary dreams. The Turtle (and I) both survived to tell the tale. Read more…
