{"id":14278,"date":"2012-08-08T05:30:12","date_gmt":"2012-08-08T03:30:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14278"},"modified":"2012-08-08T00:39:40","modified_gmt":"2012-08-07T22:39:40","slug":"dici-et-dailleurs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=14278","title":{"rendered":"D’ici et d’ailleurs"},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi et James, nous sommes aussi<\/em> Anglais,
\nGr\u00e2ce \u00e0 Mrs Thatcher<\/em> et l’incroyable t\u00e9nacit\u00e9 de ma Mummy<\/em>,
\nQui ont fait de James et moi des British<\/em> sujets.<\/p>\n

Pas \u00eatre tout \u00e0 fait Fran\u00e7ais, ni compl\u00e8tement Anglais,
\nJ’aime cette dualit\u00e9,
\nL’ironie si typiquement Britannique,
\nLe flegme qui semble tant nous manquer.<\/p>\n

Aucune envie de choisir, les deux rives de la Manche ont leurs bons c\u00f4t\u00e9s.<\/p>\n

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Granny, James & Union Jack – Juillet 2012<\/p>\n

Ressentir une immense fiert\u00e9 de voir les JO et les exploits de la #TEAMUK
\nEt pourtant vibrer avec autant d’\u00e9motion au son de la Marseillaise et du camp Fran\u00e7ais.<\/p>\n

Et vous, vous vous sentez d’ici ou d’ailleurs ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi et James, nous sommes aussi Anglais, Gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 Mrs Thatcher et l’incroyable t\u00e9nacit\u00e9 de ma Mummy, Qui ont fait de James et moi des British sujets. Pas \u00eatre tout \u00e0 fait Fran\u00e7ais, ni compl\u00e8tement Anglais, J’aime cette dualit\u00e9, L’ironie si typiquement Britannique, Le flegme qui semble tant nous manquer. Aucune envie de choisir, les […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[38],"tags":[512,396],"class_list":["post-14278","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-james","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3Ii","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14278","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=14278"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14278\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14289,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14278\/revisions\/14289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=14278"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=14278"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=14278"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}