Life before birth

Our French connection Jennifer Sims shares a lovely drawing of hers inspired by a well known and very funny poem by the always quirky and forever awkward Woody Allen. You can check out her mellow musings and observations of French life through the eyes of a foreigner at her blog Indicative Daisy.

Next Life
In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people's home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm! I rest my case. - Woody Allen

A belated 719 Beige Candles

Forever at the centre of any number of torrid love triangles, fence sitting Switzerland turns a healthy 719 on August 1st. I can only imagine the Swiss National Day celebrations involving kaleidoscopic cuckoo clocks and towering balloons shaped like big banks and fireworks exploding into fabulously precise time pieces and army knives. Sadly I'll miss the celebrations but still want to say a Rational and Unemotional 719th Birthday to Switzerland and thank this wonderful nation for being neutral. Your nonpartisan stance inspires us to stay non-invasive and keep that oh so crucial objective point of view.