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I was going to comment shortly after your original post that this was a strange coincidence, because yesterday, a few hours earlier, and for work reasons, I had to look up the facts concerning Marian Akin, aka Lindi St Clair aka Miss Whiplash (sometime prospective Member of Parliament on behalf of the Corrective Party) and the hoo-hah in 1991 attendant upon her occupation of a flat in (we think) Sussex Gardens allegedly owned by the Rt Hon Norman Lamont...
But it seemed a tangent too far. What's the connection, S_A? Merely my loose talk of fetishists?
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
I was going to comment shortly after your original post that this was a strange coincidence, because yesterday, a few hours earlier, and for work reasons, I had to look up the facts concerning Marian Akin, aka Lindi St Clair aka Miss Whiplash (sometime prospective Member of Parliament on behalf of the Corrective Party) and the hoo-hah attendant upon her occupation of a basement in (we think) Sussex Gardens owned by the Rt Hon Norman Lamont...
But it seemed a tangent too far. What's the connection, S_A? Merely my loose talk of fetishists?
Partly that, Cali, but mainly a martenot = whip association, which now turns out to be factitious, having now remembered the French for whip as being martinet - which leaves me with rather a lot of egg on my face.
Partly that, Cali, but mainly a martenot = whip association, which now turns out to be factitious, having now remembered the French for whip as being martinet - which leaves me with rather a lot of egg on my face.
Ah I see!
Double helping of Oeufs Martenot for Mr Apologist, waiter!!
In fact I had no idea that martinet meant a kind of whip in French - so I'll have a forkful too if I may!
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
I'm obliged and shall retire this evening less stupid knowing the interesting derivation of the English word, martinet
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Double helping of Oeufs Martenot for Mr Apologist, waiter!!
In fact I had no idea that martinet meant a kind of whip in French - so I'll have a forkful too if I may!
After 6 straight days of croissants for breakfast, we found a restaurant in St. Germaine that served omelettes, but had the rather unappetizing name of "Deux Magots"
After 6 straight days of croissants for breakfast, we found a restaurant in St. Germaine that served omelettes, but had the rather unappetizing name of "Deux Magots"
Les Deux Magots may sound unappetising, but you do realise in whose seats you sat, do you? As wiki tells us, it was "the rendezvous of the literary and intellectual élite of the city... Surrealist artists, intellectuals such as Simone de Beauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre, and young writers, such as Ernest Hemingway. Other patrons included Albert Camus, Pablo Picasso, James Joyce, Bertolt Brecht...."
How were the omelettes?
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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