Spicy Nico's doom day

Went to visit my Best Pesto in Paris provider...yes Spicynico! As I got my fix of Pesto. More or less raided the stock as I had to buy for other people that are hooked on that stuff. However something happened in there....After pleas from Spicynico coming to the extent of saying "Je ferais tout ce que tu veux, mais ne l'écrit pas sur ton blog". I felt a strong sense of duty and thus will remain sllent on that episode....

If you cannot trust your friends, who would you trust? 

Operation "cut it off"

Ended up at my dermatologist to remove a skin growth. What they call in this country by the poétic expression "corps charnu".....that kept worrying me, as it just bled incessantly for the past three day.

The local anesthesic was a killer.....you could feel the liquid burning under your skin. The whole surgical operation was done quite quickly and I left the practice 45€ poorer and with the sense of having lost what made me famous and sought after: the third tit. The funny thing was that I had to post my own  piece of flesh for analysis..... 

Playstation night

Playstation night...I had to turn down the advances of a date I met for a beer to be able to get ready to play PSII.....Got some games and an extra joystick and the night could start chez excess-luggage. Started with tennis....needless to say I won...then after ex-OOD was getting too frustrated we changed to a racing game....more frustation on the stoves for ex-OOD and a switch to Lord of Rings did calm things down.....though I have to say that the character Legolas is utter crap at fighting hand to hand......by then it was 6.00 am and I happened to find myself waking up on the couch...to the annoying snorring sounds effect emanating from the mezzanine where ex-OOD wask lying motionless......

 

Remember for the next time...bring ear plugs or be at a close range to slap the snorring source. 

Veggie pun (numéro quatro)

Pique Nique in the bushes

Lovely sunny day = Pique nique in the Bois de Vincennes in the gay area where bushes get a life and start shaking into a crescendo. I have never been there I have to admit. So met the girls over there to just sit, eat and sleep.....lots of pufftas farting around looking at each other, eyeing the moves of potential preys and disappearing suddenly in the woods as if they had an important meeting to attend and they were late.

virginie got lost in there...getting to the place we were sitting and dozing....it took her about 2 hours to find us, getting hysterical on the phone and wondering where she was.... 

Though I have to say how scarry JP And Virginie are...they knew heaps amount of people there......talking about being a social animal, I found my masters. 

JP nervous breakdown

Quiet saturday...till 17.30 when I went into a frenzy and invited Charlotte, Foufou, Virginie, A.R for dinner at my place. I did deliberatly  say 21.30...especially A.R. ("A.R. dinner is at 21.30 not 22.30....I repeat 21.30"). Anyway Foufou and Charlotte did come on time. By 22.30 we were starting getting hungry, so off we started drinking more bubbly and then attacking the wine...by 23.00 Virgine made her entrance but no news from A.R., who supposetly was on a v-lib on his way here......he did arrive at 23.45....and got nasty looks from everyone.

OK he is to be forgiven, he just landed a couple of days ago from Ibiza and surely he must have taken anything that goes under the sun and his system would need a while before getting rid of all those chemical compounds. Funny enough he started a conversation in french and no one could understand what the hell he was babbling about...he was all over the place....

JP rang asking where people were....no one dared to say to him that they were at my place, as rumour says he took it quite personally the fact that he never got invited for a brunch at my place.......

Off the brady bunch went out to the Marais for some more drinking and satiate their predatory urges..I stayed as a nice innocent shy lamb to crash in bed there and then. At 1.45 I got a call...but I was too deep in my sleep to even bother answer. It transpires that as the brady bunch got there in Tataland together, they told JP that they were at my place for dinner....And an emotional bomb went off. Jp started wailing and screaming what has he done to me for being blacklisted, complaining and sulking and then picked up his phone, called me to get an answer...yeap that was the call I did not answer which aggravated his state.....

That guy needs some heavy duty Prozac pills..... 

Friday sweet friday

Science day...yes....I know you forgotten about it and just waited for a glimpse of some depraved moment of my life....well I shall be nice to you today and give you somethings to think about:

Quotes given by kids about science (and they say "la vérité sort de la bouche des enfants")

1) Genetics explains why you look like your father and if you don't why you should.

2)Rainbows are just to look at, not to really understand.

3)A monsoon is a French gentleman.

4)South America has cold summers and hot winters, but somehow they still manage.

5)We say the cause of perfume disappearing is evaporation. Evaporation gets blamed for a lot of things people forget to put the top on.

6)When people run around and around in circles we say they are crazy. When planets do it we say they are orbiting.

Swimming at les Halles

Still not a single drop of alcohol has passed beyong my golden lips. Since we are not spoiling our temple, might as well work out to make sure every toxin is expunged from it. Swimming on the cards, with V. and our new president. 200 meters down the line I was as good as dead...V. the tart was going strongly and I could not leave him do that to me...so I had to grit my teeth and continue on. I though I was going to collapse by the time I went out. At the end I ended up doing a real training session...around 2400m in an hour...I fear for myself on saturday when the body will excert its revenge on me.

Then off to lunch with V. and there the most remarquable thing happened. Sitting there outside in the Montorgeuil district, a scooter suddenly popped out on the pavement at about 10 meters from our table. He just grabbed a guy by his neck, whilst trying to hold his scooter in balance, screaming "poliiiiiiiice, bouge pas!!"...then three geezers jumped from nowhere onto the guy and put him flat faced on the pavement, while a rambo woman jumped onto the girl that was with the guy and rammed her down on the floor too.......The two of them got arrested, the guy seemed ok with everything while the girl was very nervous on the verge of a breakdown (obviously she does not seem used to get that kind of treatment)......a unmarked police car came to pick up the male suspect..and guess which kind of car it was....A skoda Flavia......oh dear.....there is dearth of money in the police cash till.....

 

So be warned...Montorgueil crawls with police in civilian clothes...some of them very trendy and following today's fashion...who would have thought that possible from the police force....what next an undercover pétasse folle copper? 

Am I ill?

I have not drunk a single drop of alcohol since last saturday. Even at my parent's place for lunch I refused the wine and went instead for the water......What is happening to me???

Back to bizz

Today just sat at home and wrote applications for different kind of jobs, which would entail recieving a letter with the "Thank you for interest in the advertised position. Unfortunately...bla bla bla"......

It is good to be realistic, but sometimes it can turn to a bit of a drag....