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The revenge of the pheasant may not be too far off, all the same. They have eggs too, you know, and they turn into eggheads. The male (I can't give it the name it's given in Europe because the American sense of delicacy is so well understood) is a splendid bird, just like the peacock, but the hens, poor things, are very dowdy. They just lay eggs which, inevitably, turn into eggheads. As for preening....You'd be gobsmacked by their "hauteur". I've never eaten pheasant as I've been told about the condition it's in when ready for the oven; a "gamey" smell is the euphemism.
I shouldn't be here at all, as I'm a peasant but not a pheasant. The last time I looked, they were arguing about ice-caps when all the world wants to know is whether Oprah will be showing her knee-caps in that dress. Will Michelle Obama give Carla Bruni a good run for her money and will we all be tearing down to shops demanding an exact copy of their style, even if there's only a loaf of mouldy bread left in the larder (what else?). Don't mention Rachida Doti, anyway, as she's the beaudacious French minister in Sarkozy's Cabinet who has so many "feminist" hurling plates at her. I think Camille hasn't cottoned on to the existence of this Moroccan-French woman yet because, if she had, she'd be able to go on and on about the superbness of Mediterranean pulchritude, not in any way a tribute to herself, you understand. I've seen pictures of Ms. Doti and I have to admit, albeit reluctantly, that she really is what was once called "easy on the eye". Now I know very well that "lookism" is frowned on in America so I'll go while the going is good.