Post: He went to Paris
Date: 2008-10-04.
Tags: antics, baguette, japes, metro, paris, rooftops, siologen, snappel
The first three days of my new life in Paris set the benchmark for many to follow. We pretended to drive trains, impressed children by riding between carriages, impressed their mothers less and played around some abandoned (and not so abandoned) metro stations. One particularly gorgeous rooftop eluded us in our moments of indecision but time is aplenty. Siologen took a hilarious tumble on a velib (the cheap rental bikes) while Snappel busted mad wheelies for the ladies. Baguettes on the daily, exploring on the nightly, this is the life of the liberated.
A year of British destruction has given way to a new chapter. Paris promises so much against a benchmark set high by pimping finds and memorable adventures. This new chapter overflows with possibilities, beginning with one boldly scribed word of both literal and metaphorical meanings. Enculé. Let's see if we can avoid that shall we?
The few possessions which support my pseudo-hobo lifestyle are finally in Paris, dumped unceremoniously in a corner of qx's cramped apartment. I don't live in Paris yet, but at least my stuff is acclimatising. I speak a few words of French, with a million more on the to-do list and of course the accepted methods of stringing them together into vague sentences. Tough months are ahead no doubt, but nothing worth doing is without risk or difficulty.
The first three days of my new life in Paris set the benchmark for many to follow. We pretended to drive trains, impressed children by riding between carriages, impressed their mothers less and played around some abandoned (and not so abandoned) metro stations. One particularly gorgeous rooftop eluded us in our moments of indecision but time is aplenty. Siologen took a hilarious tumble on a velib (the cheap rental bikes) while Snappel busted mad wheelies for the ladies. Baguettes on the daily, exploring on the nightly, this is the life of the liberated.
A year of British destruction has given way to a new chapter. Paris promises so much against a benchmark set high by pimping finds and memorable adventures. This new chapter overflows with possibilities, beginning with one boldly scribed word of both literal and metaphorical meanings. Enculé. Let's see if we can avoid that shall we?
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Yeah man fucking class. Sounds like the calm before the storm.
I never laughed so much as when siolo ripped his trousers on that grill. And we encouraged him to tear them into shorts and he ended up with a rip from ankle to hip!!! Poor siolo, jet-lagged and trousers flapping about, he was not amused!
Looks like your having fun at least! The bit about snappel busting mad wheelies made me laugh...
This is awesome. Sio falling of his bike whilst Snappel pops wheelies just sounds too real..
Enculé! Accents account for half of the subtlety in French...
LM, I call it 'calm of the writers block'.
Spider, we need to start videoing moments like that, they're too classic to go undocumented.
Snappel busts a killer wheelie on those velibs, Paris inspired him to get it up.
Hokusai, you're the shit. Can you sign my shirt? Love your work :D
Spider, we need to start videoing moments like that, they're too classic to go undocumented.
Snappel busts a killer wheelie on those velibs, Paris inspired him to get it up.
Hokusai, you're the shit. Can you sign my shirt? Love your work :D
How bout some chernobyl?
How about some 'I am too busy having adventures, to write about them' ?
mental as always. if you lot need a French translator, i humbly offer my services. excepy, y'know, i'm in the States.
keep it up. (ps- come out here so we can take your arses to some missile silos)
keep it up. (ps- come out here so we can take your arses to some missile silos)
'nothing worth doing is without risk or difficulty'
My quote to now live by.
Thankyou.
My quote to now live by.
Thankyou.