I Left School At 16 And Skipped

Prescription For Writer’s Block: Fear Of Poverty.

Sunglasses Must Be Kept On Until An Acquaintance Is Identified At One Of The Tables, But One Must Not Appear To Be Looking For Company. Instead, The Impression Should Be That One Is Heading Into The Cafe To Make A Phone Call To One's Titled Italian Admirer, When--quelle Surprise!--one Sees A Friend. The Sunglasses Can Then Be Removed And The Hair Tossed While One Is Persuaded To Sit Down.

Sundays In France Have A Different Atmosphere To Other Days, With Fewer Phone Calls, No Postman, No Delivery Men And No One Banging On The Door.

You Don't Like It When A French Housewife Gets Mad At You. If She Gets Steam Behind Her, She Is An Unstoppable Creature.

Very Little Happens In My Books.