While we were enjoying a quiet coffee yesterday, Nick announced to the company, in his best French, that he was going to 'inspecter vos noix' later that day. After a moment of silence while the assembled company absorbed this news, Nick thought he should reinforce the point. 'I'm going or inspect Stefan's nuts, then Georg's nuts and finally Jony's nuts.'
A glance at our biker babes suggested that they were both horrified at the prospect of a testicle inspection. Surely, this time, the always-unpredictable Neek had gone too far?
A thought flashed across my mind. 'Nick: are you thinking of chicken strips by any chance?'
'Yes, of course,' he flashed back, ' I had some particularly good corners back there and I want to check whether their tyres are as worn at the edges as mine.'
At the news that Nick was talking about a pneus inspection, with a P, not a noix inspection, there was a general letting out of breath and much merriment at the pronunciation of this wonderful language.
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