If I thought the sales were tough in this country what a surprise awaited me in Paris. Just returned from long awaited hols in Nice South of France, fab, more on that later. The French version of a sale goes something like this: you run in, you rugby tackle, keep you foot on the opponents neck, grimace and yank the item you want from their grasp. There is no pretence with our French cousins, no ‘apres vous’ or ‘pardon Madame’ they just wade in with all guns blazing. With this fine teaching I shall approach the winter games/sales in ‘The Toon’ with a whole new attitude. After the sale they will happily drink coffee and make conversation with you. I think I like it.