I'm at the big gray thingy, trying to write an unspecified number of pages about French Zionism. I'm supposed to know about French Zionism, but at this particular moment all I know about is that I'm coming very near the end of my trans-fat-phobia, and am trying to decide which delicacy the vending machine on the A-level has in store for me ce soir. If I were Mireille Giuliano, you can bet I'd have a bite of whatever it was and then deem it unacceptable, but alas I'm not, so as soon as I mobilize myself, something chocolatey, of assembly-line origin, will be consumed in seconds flat.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
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"If I were Mireille Giuliano, you can bet I'd have a bite of whatever it was and then deem it unacceptable"
If you were Mireille Giuliano. you'd have packed a decent croissant and a couple of squares of dark chocolate in a chic bag.
But failing that, always go for the Twix. It's a Cookie AND a Candy Bar.
If you were MG, you'd have walked to the nearest green grocer and chosen a ripe pear and eaten it with a wedge of cheese. --JM
And yet, the vending machine was broken...
If you were Mireille Giuliano, you'd have had a crowbar handy to teach the vending machine who's boss.
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So why hasn't Hollywood optioned her book to create a Mireille Giuliano superhero? ("Hasta la vista, bad croissant!")
Or failing that, where are the WWMGD buttons and T-shirts?
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