The Lord's day

Woke up early and nor Jon nor Birdie were around. The first one stumbled home at 9.30 am and the latter gave sign of life at 11.30 am. Seems like I am the only one not to have gotten lucky yesterday...sniff...sniff..sniff..

Met A. for a quick pint with Jon. Now for you mere mortals, a quick pint with A. is what a normal well built person of sane mind would consider as a degrading piss up event. That guy can drink huge amounts of alcohol without batting an eye lid as the mad ones that tried to follow would be dead or in an ethylic coma. So after managing to do my outmost to drink very slowly, I still managed to get more than 2 pints in me. Lucky enough that I had to catch my train back, otherwise I would be there till closure time.

On the way back, managed, fluke of all flukes, to bump into my ex-new year's eve hubby from the George and Dragon. He stills remembers my name I must have traumatised him quite deeply. 

Met Birdie and we all went to Waterloo, via a transit by the BK over there for my BK fix. The upper level of the Waterloo station BK is a gem. That place is filled with the most fantastic specimens of fruit cakes. Jon and myself could hardly believe our eyes.....

Back home on the train ready to face the grim monday reality......oh London do I miss you already.... 

The competition

Wake up at 7.00 am...head to the swimming pool by 7.45...arrive at Perivale at 8.45 and at the swimming pool at 9.00. Lucky for us they extended the warm up session till 10.00 am. Pool was warm but I was cold turkey getting out from my hangover. First race is , bliss, the 200 m IM. I can tell you I did feel my lungs wanting to get out and breathe some fresh air after just doing the 25 meters fly....I still wonder how I did not die and sink right there. My time was not bad, though did beat birdie. Then rest then race the 100 m breast stroke, then rest, lunch, then the 100 m IM and then rest before the 100m fly and then the relays. At the end birdie got 4 individual medals (2 silver and 2 bronze) and I got one bronze and a gold. We even managed to win the trophy cup, which was a suprise.

Charlotte was there filming us, though that was just an excuse to flirt with anything that moves and especially the spaniards. She even went on telling one of them:

Charlotte: I like you t-shirt, I would like to have one.

The spaniards: Yes, everyone wants it.... 

 Rateau!!! in your face....ouch that hurts! At the end she did come with us to Deptford to get ready for the dinner party. The party was craaaaaaap. Pasta was craaaaaaaap, and music was not tip top so we headed to Fire for the Juicy night. Cool event, looooads of people: Muscle maries galore, young kids, older men all having fun. 

Charlotte was in her element, flirting and dancing and then fishing a boy and getting on with him, until her face decomposed when he told her "I am straight".....in a crowd of at least 2000 gay men she manages to find and flirt with teh only straight of the village. Well done darling!  

Headed home early......bed.......bed.....bed....smecta.... 

Registration day

Rainy and cold day in London.....typical british weather. Off to Greenwhich for a walk around...ended up being a shopping day. Very bad idea considering that uno: London is expensive and dos: you end up paying at least 50% over the odds for something you might find in Paris. So being logical birdie and myself ended up spending money on fashionatas clothing items....

We met the rest of the pouffiasses in Greenwhich and had a walk with them, lunch and another walk. Then we split in order to get into Soho and meet the pétasses chics.  Once there it was more shopping for more clothes and then giving our bank accounts some respite before heading out for more shopping. Off I left the others to meet my Ozzie skippy friend at Ruppets. And who do I meet there but A. who I have not seen for months! and then the pouffiasse club as well. And I who wanted to have a discreet time to catch up with skippy....Many pints later, it was time for registration at Ku Bar, where all the sexy swimmers would be. Swimmers there were, but sexyness was surely non invited at the party. A part from some water polo men, the men were just average. 

At the end ended going home utterly pissed managing to catch the last train to Deptford...just what is needed to be in good shape for tomorrow's competition. 

Off to cool Britannia...

Off to London getting ready for the first competition of the calendar year. As usual birdbrain arrived late and we nearly had a long married couple fight in there. Things got sorted out once we sat on the train and headed for London.

Arrived safely in the european country of over weights and headed for a thai restaurant with Jon and the gang. In there sober out from there half pissed, birdie was happy though as he managed to finally get his Newcastle Brown. Then off to Deptford and to check out the George and Dragon.........scarry...can't believe that this place was crawling with people on new year's eve. I am still amazed that it has not gone out of business. Powder Monkey was on and we headed there to continue drinking. Thinking of joining Charlotte and Foufouna in Soho, but then the 22 quid one way with a mini-cab was a very good deterent and we ended up being good boys and heading for bed earlyish......

After all we are here for a competition. 

The killer teacher

My weekly teaching class....they got on a bad start when I did give them a surprise exam. Then once we started going deeper into subjects like proteins, the only thing I got was blank stares.....I am going to have some problems readjusting my teaching level and try to make them go through the exams......Oh boy....

Very cold in the flat...the bleeding central heating is not switched on prior the 1st of October....I am going to end up freezing to death! Better get out the skiing under layers out...

Stomach flu still on..today only lice and lots of fluid...for those of you interested. 

New keys

Decided that it was finally time to get extra copies of my flat keys....as they are those kind of "cannot copy unless having a special permission type", I had to go to a franchised key store with heaps of official papers to have them done. I was thinking initially to have heaps of copies done....about 4 or 5...but when I got to know the price....my choice was suddenly reduced to 2 and a bitter taste in my mouth that still lasts till today.

After that met Virginie for a kahwa before heading off to see 28 weeks.....a crrrrrrap movie about a zombies in the UK.....and rest assured there will be a sequel to that movie.

Swimming practice was a killer as I had to go out in the middle of it to try to throw up and relieve my bowels...explosion style. Looks like I have a stomach flu, that has been incomodating me all day, but did not pay too much attention....but now it is going up crescendo style...... 

And it is frigging cold now.....you could see your breath condensing.......

See you next year summer. 

Fix the boot

Went to a shoe repair shop to fix the broken boot. When I took out the damaged item, the eye of the man just grew wider than sauce pans. For a while I thought his eyes were just going to fall down. After having a good stare at my beloved bruised boot, and then a good look at my angelic face, he shaked his head and said he could not do anything....bleeding paki....eeeer..well he is from around there anyway.

Took my offending boots then to try my luck with another cobbler...a real one this time and not some fake one that copies keys at the same time:

Cobbler: Good morning how may I assist you?

Me: Well I have a pair of shoes that need to be repaired, but I am sure you are going to say that there is nothing you can do.

Cobbler: How come? Just show and I tell you...

Me: Sure....they look like they are just good for the shoe graveyard....

Cobbler:  Well just show me.

Me taking the offending items and expecting the guy to have a heart attack...

Cobbler: Oooh..they just need to be glued back together

Me (relieved that he would take them on...after all I did somehow get attached to those Wonder Woman boots, even though I only worn them once, sisters you surely do understand.)

Me: But would the glue be sufficient to hold the heel?  I nearly split my skull open last saturday when it broke on me

Cobbler: WEll there no way to tell you when the heel will just break, but I will look at the other boot and put some heavy duty glue that polymerises and should keep your heel steady.

 Me (relieved even more): Thanks that would be great. Thursday? Sure...I have no parties to attend till then.

 

Great to have nice real cobblers in your neighbourhood....so I say now till I get the bill for the repair...... 

The day after

Got too early this morning from the Crazy Vores..they should call it Sauna vores considering the high temperatures you have to endure in there. Brunch was on at F.'s place, outside Paris. All was fine, until I took the métro and in the middle of my journey, starting getting hot flushes.....like what I would imagine menopausal women go through. Ladies, I do feel sorry for you, it is not a pretty sensation to go through.

After brunch, dinner at my parents, like every sunday and then off to help Alexia & Kiliwatch with tidying up. Jean-Pierre Barda was there, managed to exchange some words with him and his friends whilst Alexia was busy doing the social schmoozing with his neighbours to fix the social damage his party created.

Not much to tidy up as we spent the time drinking tea and checking our corresponding pages on Facebook. 

The Great Super Heroes day

Be ready...today is the day....Super heroes theme party on at wonder-woman alter ego's place.

Spent a good time of the day preparing my disguise. Wonder Burka: The great afghani super hero. She, who always appears down the streets of Kabul, in tight revealing clothes, belly button proudly showing and micro skirt a must. When a nasty imperialistic yankee arrests a poor innocent explosive belt wearing taleban, she rushes to a delabrated builiding, spins around herself and after an explosion of light and sparkles comes out as Wonder Burka! In her DKNY classy black coloured burka comes to the rescue of her Taleban fellow and kicks the butt out the christian pig american GI.....Wonder Burka, there to restore the pride of afghani women and help the nice Taleban jihadisht conduct their daily business.

In the meanwhile, A.R. was panicking.....as usual......left everything to the last minute. Got even slightly stroppy with Teddy Koala 'cuz we was incapable of getting some ice from the local Maccadies......

Off to JP's place to get diguised, bubbly flowing, moi getting my second disguise on. I was not going to be boring Wonder Burka all night long. Sweating under that cheap home made black nylon burka which in addition makes everything from drinking, eating or dancing a dangerous sporting activity. So on my Wonder Woman red glittery thigh high high heel boots (they had a roaring success..the boots alas not me) to steal the limelight from A.R. puny's attempt to diguise himself in Wonder Woman. Virginie and Charlotte did as usual have the most innovative and outrageous disguises. On the way to the party, JP last floor neighbour (a cuty blonde) nearly got raped on the stairwell by Charlotte and Foufou, to save A.R. from having to socialise with the ugly people.....he wants glamour for glamour and be surrounded by beautiful people. We came out all dressed in the middle of the Marché St Honoré amongst the crowd of punters and clients to the restaurant that populate that square....Charlotte did her show as usual..getting the most attention. Pictures were being taken and then we zoomed off on the scooters to the party...

Amazing how much attention and ostentatiously flirty you can be on the scooter, dressed as drag and still get away with most of the stuff....

At the Party.....A.R. attemps to be dressed as Wonder Woman, was as previously said puny...very puny..Those boots...they were just horrible! A poor attempt to have red boots that ended up looking more like mops than anything else...tsk tsk tsk...nope...obviously there will be just one wonder woman at the party and that will be myself....once I get rid of the Wonder Burka. Bubbly flowing...people dancing, talking, music playing loud and police knocking on the door by 23.00......It transpired that Puny Wonder Woman forgot to "advertise" her party to her neighbours....big mistake! At the end he did get a notice to appear before a magistrate's court delivered to him at 2.00 am when the piggies came back again. Way to go Alexia!

Party was fun fun fun....lots of picture taken. Mini Hulk did take around 200!!! I dread to see some of them. Jean Pierre Barda was there too. Very nice person, and it was fun talking to him and oh boy I did luuuuuuurve his boots... Talking about boots, I managed to split the heels of one of mine open, when falling down in the stairway when a bunch of queens tried to make it to the street, in a very discreet maner to get some air. Only tragedy struck when the automatic lights did switch off in the stairway and I fell flat faced on the stairs landing on my bum all the way down and feeling every single one of the 27 remaining steps.......Needless to say, screams were heard which did not aleviate Alexia's future problems with his neighbours.

After the party...well when Wonder Alexia got handed his summon order, we headed to Crazyvores, after having changed of course. And the festivities continued to the wee hours....

 

It was a wonder party... 

barf in the pool?

Training session today......before hand I did take care of Kiliwatch (A.R.'s best friend who came all the way over from Bristol for the anticipited super hero theme party). So it was strolling round Paris, making Teddy Koala spend around 300€ in superbly fitting clothing items. (A.R. shall I send you the bill for my services to your private address or the professional one?).

Swimming practice later on that day, though I got to know that Aussiebum 2007 did loose his job. That was a bit of a downer, though he seemed to take it all rather well.....wednesday the explanatory meeting with his now ex-boss. 

Swimming practice..a killah! Nearly painted the pool a couple of times. I do still wonder how I made it through the whole training. AFter that it was rushing to the other side of Paris to attend Carole's b'day do. What I thought at the start would be an expeditive matter: Me drinking a couple of pints and then heading home, ended up being a rather long night...ended up in Boulevard Belleville at the Zorba, till 4.30am......now there is something quite funny. Ramadan is on, muslims have to fast all day and are not theoritically speaking, allowed to indulge, let alone whiff, into booze. As it is ramadan, the Paris city loosened its closure time curfews to all bars located in Boulevard Belleville (where a high concentration of arabs reside) till 5.00 am. The only thing is that the bars did not serve mint tea and oriental pastries but more like beers and pastis.......not complaining, for once we have bars that are opened spanish hours......