Her posh British accent made it that much better. Although it’s probably rather a sad statement, I chuckled at the abruptness that seems to come with age – no one to impress, nothing to prove, just telling it like it is.
She looked about 9 years old – blonde hair and blue eyes, staring up at the high ceilings and ancient paintings of the old church. She spoke French, so I hadn’t actually understood what she said, but when translated, was shocked to discover her young and, in my opinion, tragic scepticism.
I can’t say who said it, or who it was said of, but it was one of those moments where you know exactly what they mean, even if it is a bit mean.
Normally I would object. But standing in the middle of Montmartre, one of Paris’s many tourist hubs, watching couples as they bought paintings, ate croissants, drank coffees and tasted chocolates…somehow it seemed true.
Ah man, it was just the kind of humour I needed on a six hour train ride. The son had reached peak ADD levels and the father had clearly had enough. It was a surprisingly effective parenting/threatening technique.
He was clearly a teacher, addressing a large group of students seated on the floor of the museum. The topic: dinosaurs. The reference: Jurassic Park, of course. Turns out velociraptors (the ones that chased the kids in the kitchen scene) were in fact only the size of turkeys in real life.
There he was, Piers Morgan, combating questions from the coveted and controversial Oxford Union, and in particular, sharing his views on the recent UK national elections. Ironically, it was his own old-fashioned honesty which I appreciated the most as he spoke. I left wondering when (if ever) #honestyisthebestpolicy might actually be used as a campaign line.