I had lunch with my aged Mum today and we laughed as we recalled our pinnacle diplomacy family moment. In France insult is actionable. This is apparently to avoid duelling. So if I call you a name in public in France you can sue me.
Roll back the clock to the early 1970's. My Dad was regaling the family at dinner of the events of the day in Paris where he had been at a board meeting. The Rothschild director, fed up with Dad's man in France, a Philippe DeCoursay, shouted at him "DeCoursay - you are the biggest cunt in France!" In French of course but Dad was telling us this in English. My little sister Cindy sat quietly as he told the story. She might have been 5 or 6.
Maybe a year later, Bertrand DeCoursay, Philippe's son, was staying with us in London. He had fallen in love with my other sister Diana, about 12 at the time. He had become a real pest mooning about all the time. We are at lunch. My mother at the head of the table. He is gazing with adoration at Diana as only a lovesick teenage boy can when, suddenly in defense of her older sister, Cindy pipes up with
"DeCoursay - you are the biggest cunt in France!"
A horrified silence followed by an idiotic laugh from my mother who then pulled out her diplomatic tour de force.
"Oh Bertrand" she quipped "in England "Cunt" is a term of endearment - My children call me that all the time!"
Of that she could have been working at the Security Council
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