Paris On The Ness
At the tail end of a conference call this morning we were trying to come up with a name for our short season of European programmes. You'll hear them on air next month but coming up with a title is harder than you think. Anything prefixed with the word 'Euro' sounds like a convention of bureaucrats. A colleague in Glasgow suggested MacEurope - because the programmes are all about Scotland's relationship with Europe - but I thought that sounded too much like a cheeseburger. I wanted something that suggested a wonderful, exotic journey, a journey even more exciting than a trip along the M8. If such a thing is possible.
Best suggestion at the moment is '30 Days in Europe' although I concede it does sounds like one of those student Inter-Rail deals. Maybe you can suggest an alternative.
Meanwhile I was still in a continental frame of mind when I decided to eat my packed lunch on the banks of the Ness. The sun was shining and the sky was blue and, just for a moment, you could imagine you were in Paris. Was that or ? Surely that crystal clear water was the Seine? Was that a frost-bitten Invernessian munching on a sausage roll, or a gay Parisian nibbling on a croque madame?
It was a sausage roll, of course, but imagination is a wonderful thing.
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