The tournesol, our local free magazine.

Yesterday I mentioned our local free rag, so today I thought I`ld review it a bit, both to popularise it in its region and for interest`s sake for those of you who are outside its distribution area.
  We get loads of publicité  or advertising here, both delivered by the post and by an independent chap on a moped. We have never bothered to stop it and in fact like to glance through the special offers before consigning them to re-cycling. It`s good for our French if nothing else. But I always am pleased to discover among the dross the monthly mag, Le Tournesol.


  The mag does of course contain lots of adverts for local services and firms and also free ads for a fascinating selection of objects for sale.  By taking up its offers, you could provide yourself for example with a new house, wife, donkey, tractor, bed etc., etc., all that one could possibly want! But it also contains well-written article on a wide variety of subjects.
   Glancing through this month`s issue, there are articles covering the rentrée,the re-classification of the ex-planet Pluto as a dwarf (bet you didn`t know that!) a regional artist,the discovery of an ancient prehistoric skull, the rules of Rugby, (didn`t know it had any), numerology, the Isle de Bréhat, advice on keeping your sun-tan but losing your blackheads, eating, contraception, side effects in medicine, and that`s only about half! But what really endears the mag to me is that it publishes little jokes like the one I cited yesterday, some of them politically incorrect. For example, it has been pillorying the reputed daftness of blondes. E.g. a blonde before a job interview board. Interviewer, holding out hand, `Diplome`  Blonde replies `Plome...`  I am sure there`s a law against it!
  My favourite joke thus published, is one based in Corsica on a twisting mountain road. A male motorist approaching a bend is suddenly confronted with a woman driver coming round the bend on the wrong side of the road. He manages to screech to a stop, but his justifiable rage is redoubled by the woman, who winds down her window and shrieks `Cochon!!`  Stung by this adding of insult to injury, he winds down his own window and shouts`-----`( This word deleted by order of Mrs. Noah who points out this is a family blog) Fuming, he roars off round the corner, where he nearly runs into a large sow sunning itself in the road. Swinging the wheel wildly he ends up upside down in the ditch... Never does to jump to conclusions!
  There are loads more just as good (or bad) as this over the months. I urge all who receive this little mine of information not to throw it straight in the bin!

                   Bye for now!