26.01.21 - Sou dono do meu próprio nariz

Halloooo,

Hope you've all been having a whizzy jolly time in Antibes! 

Over here we've been hard at work on multiple fronts, including a gruelling all-day session recording Gaby's course yesterday to make the most of a city-wide holiday - Ridaut directing, Adny on clapboard duties and me on the teleprompter, and occasionally fetching food. We also had a bit of a scare when a bottle of wine fell on Gaby's foot, but nothing a trip to the A&E couldn't fix.

Otherwise we've been lounging by the newly-opened pool, I've made another mixtape, and my phrase of the day is the regional equivalent of "I'm my own man", namely "I am the owner of my own nose". 

'Til the next time,

Fredinburgh Festival (& Fredinburgh Fridge)

19.01.21 - Bum bum tam tam

Halloooo,

Hope all well sausage-side! Not much to report here, other than our pool finally reopening, which led to much rejoicing and paddling on Saturday afternoon. We even spoke to some of our neighbours! Since then it's been drizzly though, so everyone has gone back indoors to hammer their walls instead.

Otherwise I've made another mixtape, and my phrase of the day comes from this year's "sound of the summer" - a novelty Bach-sampling hit by MC Fioti about bottoms, which came out a few years ago but has been re-recorded to honour SP's Instituto Butantan, which was involved in the new coronavirus vaccine set to be rolled out nationwide.

And that's the waaaaaay the news goes. Speak soon!

Fred Sauce

12.01.21 - O circo pegou fogo

Halloooo,

Hope all well sausage-side! We've been hard at work at the Powys Content Sluice Node 27B/6, and Gabi picked up where she left off with her patients starting yesterday, now with assistance from her mentee Ana and her digital assistant Gisele (i.e. me using an old iPhone).

Otherwise we've been following the shenanigans taking place among our American cousins, which brought to mind the local expression "o circo pegou fogo", i.e. "the circus has caught fire", or "the sh*t has hit the fan". And made a mixtape, obvs.

Speak soon,

Fred-eral Bureau of Investigation

05.01.21 - Perrengue chique

Halloooo, and may I add Happy New Year!

We're back from Ilhabela having spent a lovely week doing very little except strolling from one beach to another, occasionally stopping for lunch, admiring the view and lazing by the hotel pool when the afternoon rain set in. Except for one day when we climbed up a three-part waterfall, and another when we were almost drowned and had most of our possessions swept away by the sea in quick succession. I also read the whole of the Existentialist Café book, which was most enjoyable!

On New Year's Eve we ordered a bunch of food from one of our favourite haunts, picking it up just before the heavens opened and the island ground to a halt, and had a candlelit dinner by the pool, complete with complimentary bottle of champers and fireworks next door.

The vibe was a bit different from previous trips, obviously, but the promised shutdown of non-essential businesses on Jan. 1st didn't materialize, no one apart from us really bothered with masks or social distancing (not even the cops), and life went on pretty much as normal when it wasn't raining. I even got over the lack of a self-service cake bar at breakfast pretty quickly.

Normal service has now been resumed back here, we've been reunited with the cats, the drilling has picked up with a vengeance, I've made a mixtape, and my phrase of the day ("perrengue chique") basically means "first-world problems". 

It's also the handle of an extremely entertaining Instagram account which reposts home videos of people trying to enjoy their holiday in exotic and luxurious locations in Brazil and around the world, only to be thwarted by queues, thunderstorms, flooding and other intrusions (the tidal wave at our local beach and ensuing carnage featured prominently).

Until next time - speak soon!

Fredvillainy