Wow Wow Wow

Paris is the shiznit!!! I just got back this
evening…wow I thought that it was going to be a fun weekend but HOT
DOG it was great…Re-rewind, the crowd say BO SELECTA…

So Friday night me and Joss both worked, finished at 2.45am and went
back to his place (it’s easier for the tram in the morning). Anyway we
couldn’t get to sleep so we stayed up and studyed a bit of 4:20 with
some guys on his corridor before finally sleeping at 4.30am. Big
mistake. We woke up at 6.30am to go to Paris and OH MY GOD I’ve never
felt so bad in all my life. On the train I was dead dead dead. Anyway
we got there at 11am ish and it was time to go to some Parisian caf�s!!!

We hung out in our friend Ali’s house (which is so sweet by the way)
for a while before going to the rugby match (the reason we went i nthe
first place) Munster v Stade Francais.

I’ve never seen a rugby match, and this one was (by all accounts)
pretty good, even though I didn’t understand it all and it wasn’t
totally gripping (the view was shit)…but anyway we invaded the pitch
at the end (of course – we’re british you know (except the irish fans
of course he he he)) and stole someone’s hat (it’s a filthy red Munster
cap if you want it back) and George the whining drunken Irish
kneecapped a poor security guard on the way onto the pitch (he did
deserve it however)…Whatever, good fun…

On the way back to Ali’s place we stole some kebabs from street
vendors…I have no excuses (except that they let you drink throughout
French rugby matches – oh dear me)…

That night Ali’s room mate Ben cooked us all pizza before we hit the
town…and Paris by night (TM Rupert) is amazing. The bars are so cool,
every single one looked like you could easily spend all night in
there…just so sweet. We ended up going to this kinda Spanish joint
called ‘Some Girls Bar’ first of all….really nice and cozy….then to
a bar called ‘Wax’ which had a cool DJ in and more great
atmosphere….then to a gay club (by accident) which was actually quite
horrendous….then to Ali’s girlfriend’s appartment which is absolutely
breathtakingly ace (and for less dough than Cryfield per week -
AAAGGHHH!!!!)…then home via taxi at 4.30am. Great…

Early start the next day (12pm for shopping in the Jewish quarter (I
kid you not)). This was a really swanky area with some really good
quality shops and caf�s…it was a world away from Ali’s area which was
more Asian influenced (the Jewish area being…erm…Israeli influenced
I suppose)…anyway it was great. We met one of Joss’s old school
friends and had a coffee in another cool caf� and then more browsing,
followed by dinner in a great restaurant (I’ll have the duck please)
before……….PARIS ST GERMAIN v NANCY in the French League Cup. Parc
des Princes. 1-1 after full time. 1-1 after extra time – PENALTIES!!!!
We couldn’t have asked for more. Plus the crowd went home happy (PSG
won) and thus we didn’t get stabbed on the tube home. A quiet night
after that (it was Sunday) and then today shopping…I bought a Diary
(for planning my life), two manga comics (Dragonball (the original
series, 1984) and the coolest one ever…Slam Dunk!…about a high school basketball team in Japan. Great stuff for the journey home.

Oh yeah, last Friday I bought some navy blue Nike Air Tremble trainers and a blue shirt. �40 and �2 respectively.

I’ll probably reveal more in the days to come, but suffice to say I
have had such a great weekend. And I finished my essay on the train
home! And I typed it up tonight! Great great great…

Well

So Joss and I lined up these two gorgeous Mexican girls
to come to the bar tonight – great….they didn’t show. But we had a
backup plan – these two gorgeous American girls – great….they didn’t
show. So…we had no other backups.

But it was a cool night, had a lot of fun, time is passing really
quickly at the moment…Gayle is going away soon. I’ll miss her.

What a difference

…a day makes. 24 little hours…

Please.
I think today was quite a pivotal day. For one, it was a great
day…what did I do? First of all, I woke at 2pm after a good long
sleep, although I felt a bit hung over (I don’t know why either coz I
didn’t go out yesterday much, maybe it is a cold I’m getting ANYWAY…)
and I went into town (after paying my rent – they sent me a letter
today saying that if I didn’t pay it today I would be evicted – the
joke is that there was no reason why I didn’t pay other than that I
forgot. Doh!) to have a coffee…but Joss was nowhere to be seen!
The
problem was that he had an exam – I didn’t, and I was left to fend for
myself. Luckily I bumped into Ruaidhri (or Ruadihri, I can’t remember -
It’s pronounced RORY anyway…) and we had a coffee, I watched as his
friends had a spliff (in the dodgiest of car parks in the whole of
France) and then went to the Boite a Sardines for another drink
(nice…). Joss arrived and more beverages followed, which leas to the
promise of an evening meal at J’s before going out. We bought some
great steak (mmmmmmmmmmmmmm) and potatoes (for J’s speciality (s)mashed
spuds) and went to his place.
Then it happened.
Into J’s hall
walked a tall, tanned, beautiful girl. Her name is Kale (I think,
pronounced Kay-la) and she’s Mexican. And she’s gorgeous. We started
chatting, we invited her into the kitchen for a chat, she relaxed a
bit, we played cards, drank…..did I mention she’s gorgeous?
Anyway….she’s coming out with us tomorrow night so we will see….

Then we went to Notre Dame for a quick drink, only to find the
beautiful Dutch girl Lotte ready for a chat, and a new group of
Americans who seemingly needed to be chatted up (I am such a
Lose Weight Exercise/”>Lose Weight Exerciser)…anyway THEY’re coming in tomorrow as well (it’s really shaping
up to be a BaNgEr!!!).

I can’t wait!

ps, I have an exam tomorrow. Shit.

pps, Tony the Playboy is going to buy a house. Amazing. He’s younger than me! Playboy Mansion baby….

List

HHH won the Royal Rumble.
My beard is gone.
My phone is back.
My new life begins…
…tomorrow.

Don’t Come To My Projects

The dream continued today…

I was robbed this evening. Robbed of two hours of my life by a film so
boring that I would have prefered to watch Man U win a football
match…The travesty in question is called The Others
and stars Nicole Kidman who seems to have lost the ability to act. I
can’t even be bothered to summarise(sp?) or anything, if you’re
interested go have a look at the site (I’m sure it’s better than the
fucking film)…

ANYWAY, things of note….I’m going to go to Paris on Saturday
hopefully to watch some weird Irish team called Munster play
rugby…should be interesting (apart from the two hours watching the
match)…I have to find Dominique’s e-mail address to we can hook up
(not like that) in town…

Also I got my Qu’ran back (I leant it to someone who thought he might
be converted but then he decided Budhism is the true way…Each to his
own I guess).

It’s great to miss a few of CRZ’s wrestling recaps just so you can sit down and read 4 in a row!!! Grand (phrase TM George the Whining Bar Pissing Irish).

Tuesday. Snowboarding. Maybe.

Good Morning

It’s 2.30pm and I just woke up. Oh my god what a
crazy night last night was. First of all I went to Elisa the psycho
Mexican’s house for a party…there weren’t many people there
(unfortunately it was the whole crowd who I had kissed and had now
banded together in an unholy alliance against me) but it was ok fun
(until one of the girls, a real nutbar, decided to start crying because
she wanted to kiss me (which I didn’t want to do or I would have)).
ANYWAY
so after this incident I made a pretty sharp exit and went to Notre
Dame for a bit – it was nice and busy and I jumped behind the counter
and put a few songs on (someone had to save Meghan – she was just
overwhelmed by the complexity of music and drinks in parallel (only
kidding M!!!)) before chatting with a smashing Swedish girl for about
half an hour (who’s actually Dutch) and dancing with the crew (Z, E and
T).

WELL usually the night would end there but NO!!! because the Empress
Shiv was there….She looked at me and Joss with her eyes of swirling
complexity and spoke unto us, instructing us to go swiftly to that den
of despicability known as Vieux Manoir…The nightclub from Hell…..

So we set off to the club, but first George the whining, bar pissing
Irish says that we should go back to his for a few drinks before hand.
Joss had to tidy up Notre Dame so he came 20 minutes later and by the
time he arrived, George was asleep on the bed…..he then picked
himself up, went into the bathroom and threw his guts up, and fell
asleep with his face in the cold, white porcelain (of the sink, don’t
worry!)….

We left him there (not in the sink, we put him to bed) and proceeded to
the club of death…Queen Shiv was quickly found at the bar with her
aides, Rob + Alex, and much drink festivity was had…and as soon as
the sounds of Mary J Blige were heard weraced to the stage to shake
some tail – oh shit I just realised that I forgot a big thing….

*Appendix* – before seeing Mistress Shiv, I had the misfortune to come
across the crazy chick from the party who was crying (again) in the
club (but this time she was mixing it up with a bit of throwing up as
well which is pretty novel)…anyway I think that her mates were taking
stress tablets or some shit because one of them started to have a go at
me…’Make her better!’ ‘You know how to cheer her up!’ ‘How old are
you?!’. If I had have known how to sober her up and make her full of
the joys of spring, believe me, I would have just to get her to piss
off – and then I would have finished with another phrase which would
have made this guy turn into a fucking big can of petrol which I would
have tipped over her and set on fire (only joking kids – don’t play
with matches)…Well obviously I could do little to save her so she was
carried home…in the meantime we went back into the club and danced
for ages….Joss (who was ace earlier in the night dealing with the
faux-agression scenario) was on fire…Shiv was on fire…Alex
was….oh Alex….

You see the problem was (and always is) with this club that there were
roughly 2 girls there (ok a couple more than that but you get the
impression) and Alex started dancing with this real hotty (a shock to
all of us due to the fact that there was already one bona fide hotty on
the stage)…it all looked good until her boyfriend showed up and
dragged her off the dancefloor (by her hair) into the cloakroom. Doh!
Alex then showed why he won the ‘Nice Guy of the Year 1997′ award
because he persued the couple to the bar and demanded that the prick
boyfriend apologise. Naturally this dickhead wasn’t going to, but Alex
stood his ground and eventually (when surrounded by about 20 blokes)
the twat boyfriend left (after vowing to ‘break Alex’s heart’ (an
interesting proposition)).

Shortly after this carnival Joss and I walked home (in the bitter cold)
which took 45 minutes for me…Ouch! I still have George’s front door
key (he he he)…I wonder what carnage I can cause with this little
beauty…

Today

Today seems a bit like a dream…I went for coffee
(obviously) when I woke up but then for no apparent reason we (me,
joss, some irish girls + a scotish (sp?) girl went to the ice rink to
try and go skating. It was cLose Weight Exercise/”>Lose Weight Exercised, but we did get to watch an ice
hockey match for free which was pretty sweet
I went to read in a
caf� for a bit (the book im reading is ace, I’ll reveal more later) and
then went to Notre Dame to chill out and NOT work. Nice. Couldn’t find
Joss in town so I went home…Nothing major happened…It was all a
dream….

Note to self

Since Internet access is not free in France (at
home), maybe I should write these stupid things offline so I don’t
waste my money.

Oh yeah – today I got two letters in the postbox. Well I thought they
were letters, but actually they were junk mail advertising…porn! God
bless France!

The worm

Has turned? Or maybe it’s just a special case, but
tonight I thought that business in the bar was really good…and Nanou
(the owner) paid us each (me, Joss and George the whining, pissing on
bars Irish) 40euros! How cool! That’s roughly �26.66 which is still
only �4.44 an hour (about the same as Marlini(!)) but still it’s better
than a poke in the eye with George’s pistol…

Joss was first to point out, and now I see what he means, that the
atmosphere in Grenoble seems to have changed a little from how it was.
The people seem less likely to let themselves totally go and really
have hardcore nights out. Maybe it’s a mixture of exams and ‘focus’
beaten into them by their parents when they went home for Christmas. Or
maybe it’s because I haven’t drunk anything for 4 days and the alcohol
void has created a depression of despotic proportions….poetry.

Oh yeah and it looks like there’s a rival DJ in town…Meghan the
westside ryder seems to think she’s going to be able to beat me in a
soundclash – HAHAHAHA. We’ll see….