Having left teflon Tony's at Coufouleux, him of the dodgy 14 handicap and a Spurs supporter to boot, we make our way the 80km to Castelnaudary. The Canal du Midi runs through the town and it is a poseurs paradise. This is the South of France we dream of: casoulet, chilled rosé and chique girls. The regarde-moi brigade are in their element. To this end our intrepid leader nicely turned out in matching top and trouserette cut a dashing figure amongst the café fraternity. Sadly Val leaves us today to be replaced by Angelique - mon petit choufleur. (Hannibal)
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