Sheri ... A Brief History
Arh! What a gripping life I do lead...!

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Why Ze Mean Belgian Frog?

Well ,
1. "Ze" because I have a slightly perceptible French accent.
2. "Mean" because that's my true nature.
3. "Belgian" because I have a Belgian passport (one might have guessed).
4. "Frog" because I grew up in a French speaking background and I'm impregnated with French culture.
Four reasons for you, Anglo-Saxons, to stay away from me and ignore my blog! Those however who wish to read my stuff are most welcome.

Is Sheri a diminutive?

Yes, it is!
Sheri for Sheridan... which is my (family) name.

Sheridan? But that sounds Irish?!

Yes, indeed. I have Irish roots. But that was long ago.
You see, I'm the product of a melting pot. A bastard in the ethnic and cultural sense of the term. I was born in Central Africa (Zaïre) from Belgian parents. I grew up in Brussels. I studied in England where I did a History degree, then I spent some time in Italy (Siena, Tuscany) to perfect my command of Dante's language. Now, I live in France, near Lyon.

Are you married?

Yes. To Christelle, the only girl who could put up with my bad temper. She can have not one, not two, but three types of [censored]. The opportunity was too good and too rare to miss...

Any kid?

One.
I have a son, named Brinsley. A blond blue-eyed monster with an angel face and a permanent mischievous smile. Everytime I enter a grocery shop, I ask the keeper if it is possible to leave the child for sale...

A job?

Well, I resumed my studies to become a landscape architect. I live off my beloved wife and, to be perfectly honest, it suits me rather well...! Vive l'égalité des sexes! ................. Of course, I exaggerate a little. I have a part time job. I teach English to businessmen and retired people who fortunately don't realise my command of it is far from perfect.

A motto, perhaps?

My family's motto is Cervus Lacessitus Leo. It’s latin and means that the stag may potentially become a lion. The stag embodies wisdom, the lion ferocety. In other words, one is willing to be tolerant, but you'd better refrain from taking advantage of it! One is no fool.
My personal motto would be In Medio Stat Virtus. Wisdom is in the middle, i.e. at an equal distance from the extremes.