I've been immersed in a fascinating newspaper aimed at ex-patriate Brits living in France - French News. The main story is, as you might expect, 'Traditional dinner keeps French slimmer.'

But there's plenty of other stuff. France's suicide rate is double that of Britain's. There is detailed analysis of the new President Nicolas Sarkozy's tax-reducing policies and how it affects British immigrants. I enjoyed this headline in the La Vie est Belle section: Supervising his erection in the Haute-Vienne, Barry Cornell finds he has to contend with tradesmen who speak French, Welsh, Yorkshire and Latin.' I was pleased to note Le parti du plaisir led by ex-stripper Miss Cindy Lee has promised to create a network of nudist camps across France if elected next time around.

However, I was most pleased to discover in the sports section that 'Et alors' is the equivalent of 'Howzat' and that on Sunday 26 August on the Damazan Cricket Club ground there will be the finals of Siddalls Cup between Tarn and Toulouse.

The main book review was, of course, Pardon my French.