Running with the Valentine theme

I’ve been talking to students today about love.  It’s Saint Valentine’s Day, so of course I have.  It’s not a big deal here, at all, and honestly, it’s rather nice to not be made to feel sub-human by the marketing men back at home, who have been ramming it down the throats of the populous since the day after Father Christmas fell p*ssed down the chimney on the 25th December.  I asked my students, ‘what do you look for in a partner?’ and one student said, ‘that my dinner is ready when I arrive home and everything in the house, and with the children is in order’.  This particular student was not laughing when they responded.  This particular student was not a lady student.  Also this particular student was not an ancient old dinosaur in a tie student.  I took honesty off my list of things I look for immediately.

or laugh her knickers off!

or laugh her knickers off!

They wanted my thoughts too and I saw this today and it pretty much sums me up.

Being smart is such a sexy thing, an intelligent conversation is so, so, ssSsooooo important, if there’s no connection between two minds, there’s little connection anywhere else.  For me.  I only ever speak for myself.  And that’s why I don’t tend to do (much) of the casual stuff.  Even if the connection is fleeting, it definitely has to be there to spark my interest.

But, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, combine this with an ability to make me laugh and honestly, my pants will quite literally fall off, of their own accord.  They know me that well.  You could look like John Merrick or Wayne Rooney (wait, no, actually even I have limits), but if you’re intelligent and funny, you’re always going to capture my heart.

So, from that very place in my heart and my undergarments, I send this message to any male readers out there;

Kiss her mind” (laugh her knickers off).  You can have that for free.

No need to thank me, you’re welcome men folk.

Anne. x

Happy Valentine’s Day

Family, friends and lovers…….

Wherever you are and whatever you are doing, I’m thinking of you today and sending  giant loves atcha!

Remember; everything is possible.

Find YOUR weird

We’re all a little weird

PANKnado

I NEED my Ruby Slippers to feel normal again!

I NEED my Ruby Slippers to feel normal again!

(a bit like Sharknado, but not at all)

Seriously, I feel like I was picked up by a tornado on Friday night in Wichita, and unceremoniously dumped somewhere in the middle of Kansas in the early hours of Monday morning.  Without my Ruby Slippers,and maybe a stray cow, a couple of chickens and a mangled tractor.

We are all still very dizzy…………

Things I learnt in Paris, February 2014

  • It is more beautiful than any memory I have from the first time.
  • Multiply that x 100 by night.  Utterly breathtaking.
  • Multiply that x 100.50 by night from the back of the scooter of an extremely handsome and charming French man.
  • Pastries are made the way they are supposed to be made, delicious and full of butter.
  • You must eat a kilo of these the morning you arrive.  LAW #1.
  • If you don’t abide by this law, you end up in jail for 5 years.  You can work in the library there.
  • I am the second coming.  Lady Jesus, if you will. (But keep it on the down low, I don’t want to be crucified any time soon.)
  • I remember virtually nothing of my school French.
  • Because of this, I now know I speak better Spanish than I give myself credit for.
  • You need to be careful not to be a b*tch, there are killers waiting to take you out.
  • If you walk through the lounge naked opposite the balcony of the killers, you can quickly overcome this problem.
  • Red wine and steak tastes a million times better there.  FACT.
  • I will never eat steak in Barcelona again.  (Unless in a French restaurant.  Oh wait, probably Argentinian too).
  • 50% of all photographs in Paris must be taken in Black and White.  LAW #2.
  • If you don’t abide by this law, you end up in jail for 20 years.  Solitary confinement.
  • It is possible to find a French person with a sense of humour.  No really…… (I refuse to use emoticons in this blog, but imagine a cheeky one here.)
  • Diaphanous drapes are not a necessity to achieve the dreamy quality of my Sunday morning fantasy.  See my Sundays, the best day of the week.  (Not a necessity but I still want them in my place).
  • French men are CHAAAARRRRMMinnnnnggggg. With a capital CH for CHarm.
  • It is more beautiful than any memory I have from the first time.
  • For this reason I will not be leaving it 20 years until I visit again.

 

 

Thank you.

Not a photo I took because I was clinging for dear life to the scooter (and the man).

Not a photo I took because I was clinging for dear life to the scooter (and the man).