Living With The French ~ A Novelette ~ Chapter Seven

VII

You’re Nicked!

Saturday 10th April 1993

I wouldn’t say today was one of my better days. However, I did have a delicious breakfast of fried eggs, fried bacon and fried bread ~ a true fry-up. But I have to say, that was the only good thing about it.

Most of the family would be going on an outing today. Arnaud, myself, his younger of two brothers and both his parents.

We visited the centre of Bordeaux where for the most part we wandered the shopping centres and cafés. Pleasant as it may have seemed, but all was not good. Something about today was beginning to stir…

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Living With The French ~ A Novelette ~ Chapter Six

VI

Tears

Friday 9th April 1993

Today would be a sad day. It was my last day at a French school. All the friends I had made would become but a memory to me and unlikely to meet again.

I woke up at 7am this morning, but stayed in bed until 8am. Luckily school started later today. As I dozed I remembered all the good times I had had with my French school friends, like chatting in the school recreation grounds, the magnificent Handball match and oh, of course, those rare moments I got to be near Blondine and exchange smiles.

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Walessia ~ For The Wings Of A Dragon

Flag Of Walessia
Flag Of Walessia
Pronounced ‘wale(s)-sha’.
Our present Celtic times are becoming ever moreso a dawning of a new togetherness, not only in spirit but in political unity and strength.

Whilst born in Somerset, it is unto the Celtic lands I have always felt I belonged, where the evergreen forests cry for a spirit to dance amongst them beneath their graceful Moon.

As discussed throughout this blog, the concept of Panceltic unity in modern times is not only a growing discussion, but amidst the unwelcome politics of an anti-European Westminster, its offensive ignorance of any Celtic society outside of London and the unanimously regarded catastrophe of a recent pandemic under Conservative rule, the now crumbling British Isles is actively seeking a way out of its imminent implosion.

Panceltainia is a fine ship, she sails onwards with a raised head.

Yet even thence, a United Celtic Isles would never become a reality without the courage and political determination to first bring people together unto support independence as individual nations.

Until we have all reclaimed and made each our individual Countries independent once again, Panceltainia must sail alone only in our dreams.

Of course, she has always been a dream to me and perhaps her character is true unto only that reality. But independence… aye, at least one thing is true… the time for each our own Celtic nations’ independence is now.

I have previously presented democratic models for how our Celtic nations could go about rebuilding once again as independent Countries, all of which can be found at the Panceltainia Landing Page.

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My Four Lines To A Chorus On British Independence Day

Rule, Britannia! It’s Independence Day!
Never had to fight for one, ‘cos never shall be slaves.
Rule, Britannia! It’s Independence Day!
Wouldn’t know how to fight for one, ‘cos wouldn’t know how to pray.

Further Reading

Why British Independence Day Is Offensive
Rule Britannia Song

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Living With The French ~ A Novelette ~ Introduction

Living With The French by Simon E Jepps“To the Chasseigne family,
Who showed me what life was all about.”

Living With The French is the childhood diary I kept when living with a French family for a week on The Bristol – Bordeaux Exchange.

The diary was by no means a ‘literary masterpiece’ since it was only written by a young boy, but still, following a recent and thorough editorial by myself, this new revision which remains true to the events of the time, will no doubt keep you entertained until the very end.

Originally self published on the Lulu platform, purely as a literary experiment, I decided whilst it is not really worthy as “sales” material, it is nevertheless a very entertaining read from the innocent mind of a young adventurer.

I have decided therefore to publish the chapters on YllwChlk as a series of blog posts.

Indeed this true story is perhaps more special to myself than it would be to any reader, but at least in confidence I can say, the experiences described and the story to be told, bring a warm leaf to one’s shoulder.

I was about fourteen years of age at the time and so the whole experience was simply amazing for me. The diary portrays how, amidst all my anxiety, confusion, nervousness, fears and all the other feelings one would expect to have when venturing into a foreign country alone for the first time, I came to find the French people and their country to be the most beautiful in all the world.

Long live the French.

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The Citroën Ami ~ European Genius

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Citroen Ami
Europeans may drive the Citroën Ami from the age of 14 years old, even without a driving license.
Finally may we behold, not just an electric car, but a four wheeled vehicle legally drivable by everyone… even without a license.

At least, that is… in France.

Yes, according to Citroën, their revolutionary new vehicle, the AMI, is not only 100% electric, but because it is classified as a “light quadricycle”, a loophole in modern laws means it can be driven by 14 year olds in France and by 16 year olds in the rest of Europe, as long as they have passed Compulsory Basic Training for riding a moped.

Yet you guessed it. Here in Britain where even the most basic luxuries such as PETs are outright banned from public places, we can expect a similar heavy handed restriction on the Citroën Ami.

Following the anti-celtic BREXIT recently, Britain is no longer a member of the EU and so… “whallah!”, this vehicular freedom will never be grantable to British citizens.

Whilst current UK law states a 17 year old may drive a car providing they have a license, there is no guarantee the Citroën Ami will be accepted as a regular vehicle.

Let alone will we be entitled to drive the thing without a license.

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My Paragraph & Word On Brexit

Flag Of Panceltainia
Flag Of Panceltainia
You won’t find me dropping dead in a Jobcentre after being declared “fit for work”, or lying on a hospital floor because Tories can’t afford to buy beds. You won’t find me polishing the shoes of a racist lunatic who refuses to acknowledge the Celtic right to self determination and independence. You won’t find me saluting a paedophile establishment that has covered up its crimes for as long as we can remember, while today, rape is effectively decriminalized because… you guessed it, Tories can’t afford to pay cops. You won’t find me bowing to an unelected monarch who wants to claim a poverty grant and buy herself a $7.9m apartment in New York, all the while laughing off her daughter in law’s death with the words, “Someone must have greased the brakes”. You won’t find me singing the national anthem of a country whom’s self proclaimed “greatness” is founded upon the colonisation and persecution of innocent and defenceless indigenous people across the world. You won’t find me looking up the word “stupid” in an English dictionary because everyday a fascist looks at me that way. You won’t find me walking amongst a society which has not a single Holy Nun to its name and whom’s definition of religious culture is giving lip service to a smart phone. You won’t find me in “great” Britain. This is Panceltainia. This is The United Sovereign States Of Europe.

Amen.