Gwilym and I were despatched to obtain the festive fayre from the pizzeria next to the Renault garage. On the way we chatted about Renault's collaboration during the war and the subsequent confiscation and nationalization of the firm, and wondered how Citroën and Peugeot, Talbot et al escaped collaboration and how come the gestapo always seem to be in Citroën Traction Avant and did they buy them honestly at a Citroën dealer and...
It's shut ? But they say they're open 7/7 sauf les jours fériés. New Year's Eve is not yet férié. On the way to Visconti's (pizzeria no 2) we noticed that le Bistrot de l'Alouette was closed, as well as the Quebec Quafé, so we decided to abandon Visconti (a restaurant that does take away) and try pizzeria no 3. Have I ever mentioned how popular pizzas are in Bordeaux ?
Pizzeria no 3 was open and filled with 3 young folk busily ordering four giant pizzas, two big bottles of fizzy, 9 cans of fizzy, two pints of Ben and Jerry's and four small Ben and Jerry's. 119 euros please. One of the older girls wrote a cheque and handed it over with her id card and her driving license.
"Ah, mais on a un souci... Ce n'est pas vous."
"Si, j'ai maigri."
The pizzeria owner was not convinced so the goods went back on the shelves, the pizzas in his holding oven and the youngsters went on their way...
Our little order accomplished, we trotted back through the drizzle, past the amazing old house that is obviously being prepared for demolition and construction of the next block of flats to the waiting house.
Mrs Davey had prepared enough buffalo wings to airlift the herds of the serengeti. We had all we needed for a major festive event.
Except the stamina. Gwilym sloped off to bed at about 11. I followed him at about half past.
But the others partied on.