Tag Archives: Paris

Post good-times come down

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The only problem with having a whirlwind break away in a beautiful city with a really funny, charming and attractive man, is the return to reality…… Charles de Gaulle airport 6am, Easyjet, afternoon classes, an argument with a teenager in the queue and pain in parts of your body you didn’t know existed. Stage direction: […]

Living the Dream

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I’m living out a fantasy right now as I type, but not the one involving Johnny Depp dressed as Jack Sparrow, that’s another post for another day. Picture this, I’m sitting with my really long legs (work with me people) curled under me on the sofa, wearing an oversized ‘boyfriend’ jumper (it’s just an expression, don’t […]

How I found myself in a crack den

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OR: was taken by my  host  to simply pick up his scooter from a friend’s apartment. Because of your guest’s mild nervousness at being in a city where she doesn’t speak the language and is completely at the mercy of a man she barely knows (hot Frenchie), it’s not a funny joke to phone ahead […]

The b*tch killers of Rue de Meaux

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I think I’m witnessing the disposal of a body, on a balcony across the road.  I can’t see the body, but I know it’s there from the lifting and grunting and dragging from the two men stooped over something quite obviously heavy.  A body.  My delightful host has said nothing to quell this suspicion, in […]

Paris bound

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My brain is already in the French capital………  (oui, oui, porquoi, mais où est le canard avec le chapeau vert?) – see?! Bag(s) packed, yes lady maintenance done and everything in good order, yes knock-out Saturday night ensemble, yes a Paris apartment, a man, a moped and two cases of champagne waiting for me on the […]

I do sometimes wonder

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what it must be like on the other side.  You know, the house, the partner, the car, (the kids). It’s all very well and good being single, independent and nipping off to Wales, or London or Paris or Mexico and having complete freedom to do what you want, when you want and not having to […]

and the countdown begins!

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to loTs of ThinGS!  OVer ExciTED, ME!??!?!?!  YAY!  Whoop….. (just a little) So, tomorrow is the final day of Dry January, firstly.  During this month I have been out a couple of times with the girls and had nothing-but realised I still feel 100% perfectly comfortable and at ease talking about penis galleries, flaccid penises and shadow […]

French women DO get fat – hurrah!! (it says so in the Guardian)

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So, you know the image of the perfect French woman, all chic and slim and cool and chic and slim and cool and stuff…… multiply it by infinity and add a dash of dismissive arrogance, then you’ve got my pre-conceived idea of a typical Parisienne.  And so the thought of going to a city full of these Stepford standard automatons […]