My Mexx sandals. I had no idea that they made shoes, but apparently, they do. Purchased that infamous Easter when we could not go skiing due to Mr. I's sudden aquavit-triggered osteoporosis, and instead ended up going to Kiel on a "cruise"- buying shoes in bulk.
Listening to French radio can be frustrating when you understand somewhere around 5% of what is going on. It makes me feel totally left out, like I am the only one in the whole wide world NOT getting the point, and I hate that. Not that I ever experience that a lot, ohno.
Anyway, the French are indeed very protective of their "oh-so-sacred-yet-totally-incomprehensible" language, so - all French radio stations face strict regulations on to which extent they are allowed to pollute the air with "international" music. With the result being that quite a few English-speaking musicians feel that they need to make special French versions of their songs to allow them to be played under the French quota. A phenomena that sometimes makes you want to hurt yourself. Badly. I have a theory that this is what might have REALLY happened to the late Mr. Van Gogh, actually.
Still, after a few weeks feeling like complete morons whenever we turned on the radio, we realized that there are in fact a few radio stations that elegantly surpass these rules, simply by broadcasting from somewhere outside of France. Smooth, right? One of these radio channels is the "Riviera Radio"*, which is very conveniently aired in English only. "From Monaco to St. Tropez - and all the way out to sea". Nothing less.
Apart from providing you with a mix of the current Riviera hits (the trashiest of Eurotrash) mixed with all the songs you used to love when you were young, but that are now for some unexplainable (or perhaps not?) reason long forgotten, you get to know the inside of the everyday life of a deeply suffering group of people, namely some disgustingly rich people populating the Cote d'Azur. (We are not talking about the ones that are just fairly well off here, absolutely not).
This means that you gain insight into everyday struggles like:
- "If it's not your work or your wife giving you a headache, it must be your YACHT. To get rid of this you need a proper YACHT MANAGER." (But, of course! Why didn't I think of that?!)
- And - "You are not able to find business class tickets for your upcoming vacation? Please call us, and we will take care of all your travel needs!" (Wow, thanks! And that will be, like, FREE OF CHARGE? Well, then my days of flying coach are ALL over...right.)
It surely is frightening to listen to these horror stories of how life on what the rest of us believe to be "The Sunny Side", actually is an ongoing battle. Fortunately I get in a much better mood as soon as they switch to something light and less serious, like this year's Riviera mega hit:
Oh, Friday night
Too much money in the bank account
Wave your hands while you scream and shout
Welcome to St. Tropez...
http://youtu.be/M1V4mlaF_UU
Ah. Does THAT make you feel better, or WHAT? At least when your brain finally manages to stop unconsciously repeating that song in, let's say, about three days from now.....
*http://www.rivieraradio.mc/home.asp
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