Author: femmedemontagne

Listen to the girl as she takes on half the world Well Bonjour. I’m not sure I can remember quite how to do this, to be honest. However, as you all got a break from the contents of my head back in March, I’ve had plenty of time for new content to float to the… Continue reading Listen to the girl as she takes on half the world

And I don’t care for reality, it’s better to pretend. “Come and run round my Island” he said, on 19th May 2023.” You’ll love it”. “It” being a 107km (officially) lap of the Isle of Wight, with 1800 metres of climbing. I’d never run over 85kms, and Alison had done one 100km race back in… Continue reading And I don’t care for reality, it’s better to pretend.

I hated you, I loved you too Racing. That thing we do where we get up at some unholy hour of the morning, shove food we don’t want to eat down our throats, push ourselves right to our pain limits then, the moment the medal goes over our heads, declare it the best thing we’ve… Continue reading I hated you, I loved you too

And baby when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun I’m lounging around watching étape 19 of the TdF and it’s delivering almost everything I want from an afternoon on my sofa; broken bikes, tantrums, pretty scenery, random French chat about dinosaurs and, most importantly, continuity. They got on their bikes and, barring… Continue reading And baby when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun

Giving it all away before it’s too late And so it came to pass that we did return to Les Gets and there was much muttering and piss taking and blocking of me on Twitter. And in the resulting peace and quiet there was great rejoicing, so up yours, Twitter haters. Anyway, here we are… Continue reading Giving It All Away Before It’s Too Late

The indescribable moments of your life Here we are again, then – The Last Day. I should be packing, ready to head back to the Motherland, but I’ve just woken up from a nap on the sofa and I really can’t be bothered. I’ve learned to never have any preconceptions about what it’ll be like  out… Continue reading The indescribable moments of your life

It’s just the wasted years so close behind Hello hello from Kate’s Guest House, which has a three million star review and is, alas, now fully booked until 18thNovember 2079. Apart from You, of course.  You’re always welcome, but everybody else will have to make do with the cockroach infested dive down the road. Sorry about… Continue reading It’s just the wasted years so close behind

Changing your strut when you know I’m behind you We’re halfway through – and I’ve had my first proper day off work today. It’s been absolutely tremendous, not least because spring has sprung at last. We have snow and sunshine, both of which make it into my top 10 list of Things I Like. It’s… Continue reading Changing your strut when you know I’m behind you

For when it comes right down to it, there’s no use trying to pretend So it turns out we’ve been here for 10 days already, and how that happened I have no idea. Perhaps I’m in deep denial about being here at all because I have some outmoded vision that in the winter, there should… Continue reading For when it comes right down to it, there’s no use trying to pretend

Some of them want to get used by you Oh haiiiiiiiiiiii, how you doing?  I’m back again, comrades, for Season 4 – the Aggravating Years.  The sun is shining, the vin, fromage et tomates are plentiful and I’m on holiday this week. There’s almost no snow, but we’ll gloss over that small detail, because there’s more… Continue reading Some of them want to get used by you