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Thursday, 21 June 2007
Clin Bond’s fond souvenirs of its conception,
delivery and early infancy.

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One day early in 1987, deep down in
the Dordogne, a certain Rod Craig
and I were having a chat over his
neighbouring winemaker’s red stuff.
A common theme cropped up: the steady
growth in the number of English (by
which, of course, we meant British)
settling in the region, a phenomenon I’d
been observing since my arrival as one of
the early birds in 1975.
Rod, an ex-newspaperman from
England, reckoned that these people
definitely needed some form of bulletin,
a communication tool, so why not
start one?

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Not long afterwards, joined by Peter
Hankey who would look after the
accounts, Rod started editing, helped by
me as dogsbody with the accent on sales
and distribution. Of course, we argued
long over what to call the journal, but
finally settled on ‘The News’ as being a
simple and straightforward title, also
understandable by the French.
I have haunting memories of
crouching over Rod’s kitchen table in
the dead of winter, in anorak and
scarf to keep out the cold while
cutting and pasting (literally,
physically) texts churned out on Rod’s
then high-tech, top of the range computer
– an Atari or a Commodore, I can’t
remember which.
Five thousand copies, all of eight
pages, ‘The News’ number one came out
in June ’87 and was rushed, hot off the
press, to tourist boards, campsites, Anglo-
French clubs and Brit-favoured watering
holes. In those early days, distribution
was one our worst headaches, we were
not yet recognised as press barons
benefiting from the national, and of
course, highly bureaucratic, distribution
system, so we were obliged to spread the
good news, as it were, ourselves.
I remember driving to Bergerac
railway station and bribing the train guard
to drop a load off at Sarlat, destined for
the local British enclave; then backtracking
to leave piles in cafés for the
Duras and Eymet ‘chapters’.
We soon found that we had a tiger by
the tail: the growth in demand was
tremendous and it was a hard task keeping
up with it, especially as we three founders
also had day jobs to hang on to. However,
finally recognised by officialdom,
nationwide distribution to newsagents
became possible. By this time we were
actually able to employ people and hours
were spent churning through French
phone directories searching for British
names to whom we could send out
invitations to subscribe.
And so, by stages, over long years, we
managed to grasp the tiger by the scruff
of the neck rather than the tail, the rest of
which, the tale that is, by now you
probably know.
 
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