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Batty boy, I travelling through a box!


@DrFNFurter makes most awesome post

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You can't take the faux-wife anywhere.

For some reason Instagram didn't repost this, but yesterday after consuming enough sushi to demolish the fish population of an ocean.

Me and Dan headed in to FNAC with a litre of sangria and two beers already down, to search for home wears.

I'm fairly certain I can add FNAC Bercy Village to the list of "places we might not be welcome in".

But who cares our up coming apartment will look so awesome with everything on the list, oh and the incredibly racist kitchen ware I demanded we have. So hipster.

Cheerleader Cherie

FG au Grand Palais

Parce que j'ai fatigué (ok ok j'ai eu sous l'affluence d'alcool toute de soirée), voici une photo d'hier soir.

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J'ai téléchargé un album sur Google+. En quelques heures je vais la même chose sur LiveJournal.

Tchao tchao.


I wanted to go to Versailles today…

But then I slept until 18h, so this I'll have to do.

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This was going to be a Facebook status…

Been awake (yay insomnia!) remembering my last 7-8 months at that international assurance company (who shan't be named), and how much I hated walking in to those buildings every day.

With redundancies and a new job that was destined for another round of them. The stress and the impending feeling of doom each day.

But then I remember, it got me off my ass to do something. All the negatives from that place spurred on one big positive move and experience.

Now here I am, writing this a year away from when it all started, in an amazing city. Somewhere I'm happy to be and a job with a lot more opportunities; than hoping upon the gods that they'd choose you to pay off with a redundancy payment.

It also got me to take a part-time (which turned in to a second full-time) job for a large supermarket chain, where I worked with some amazing people. We had laughs, random events and a series of unforgettable times.

All of which renewed my aspirations, goals and well-being. It also showed that I'm not made for the hum-drum life of being boxed in to an open plan office, filling in spreadsheets to justify my own existence.

I dearly miss those people and not just the ones I worked with daily, but all the stores I worked in the area over my time with them.

But with that loss came the greatest gain of them all; and nothing can take that from me or them knowing the important roles they played in it.

So if you're reading this down in the dumps, not too sure what's happening with you. Just remember, sometimes we all need that situation to make us remember what we want and to make us change what is around us.

Same can be said for getting in to two car accidents and becoming an invalid for three months. (Sometimes that life changing moment is a vauxhall vectra van).

As the old saying goes, when life gives you lemons, smash a glass in its face and squeeze the fuckers in to the wounds. Or something to that effect.

So this post is to all those people I know, keep up the crazy and don't let life screw with you too much!

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This is going to be one of those sleepless days.

I always mean to write something here but I never have the time and it can be a bitch to do this on an iPhone.  To compound the problem, I get my laptop out to write and all I end up doing is looking at porn.

But it's not all bad news, I have got around to doing something useful with my life (where possible) like getting back on a bike since like forever.  I even took some photos of the ride and the exposition at Palais de la Porte Dorée just to prove I did it all.  That is what life has come to, having to take photos to remind oneself that you've seen daylight.

Recently I also managed to slice my finger open, I was rather unamused with this as it's the kind of pain you don't notice until blood happens to be EVERYWHERE.  Even more entertaining was finding the first aid box in the most unusual of locations, I called this event "hide and go bleed".

More benign was the moose hoof of February and the more exciting is that I am going to FG au Grand Palais this April.  WOOP TO THE WOOP.

Other than that I can't think of much to be writing about.  You could be proactive and like ask me something of course.


I'm about to ruin your life.

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Chest Hair

Things I found working for a pub.

I've found out that my culinary skills are similar to that of a seagull having an epileptic fit, I can pour a decent pint but cocktails not so good.

Here are just two of the monstrosities I've managed.

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Near to Gare d'Austerlitz

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Grumpy Cat

This is what happens when you block comments

Somebody ends up blogging about you. Just sayin'.

Yesterday I saw a story posted on noted Glasshole Nick Starr's Facebook page.

If you don't know who he is, he's a man who made a scene in a restaurant over Google Glass.

I've kept my mouth shut about most of the glass related flap as there are some things he posts that aren't entirely whiney and interesting. But now in my mind, he's just a temperamental little man boy who needs to sit the fuck down and have a cup of tea.

To say when I saw the post by chance I angrily frothed at the mouth would be an understatement.

The link he posted was to this story, about a restaurant owner who is an utter douchebag of the highest standing. When he's not discriminating against the disabled he moves on to those other cliché minorities like the gays and anybody with a slightly off white skin tone.

Nice guy. Clearly.

But back to why I'm taking the time to read Nick here. Nick posted this link with a commentary that read this guy sounds a lot like David Meinert of Lost Lake Cafe & Lounge and The 5 Point Cafe (tagging all three names in the post). Somehow trying to equate his "human right" to wear Google Specs to that of actual discrimination and trampling of people's human rights not to be discriminated against in their day to day lives.

And if you don't believe me, we cool as I have a screen capture.

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How in the name of holy Jeewah (mouse god of destiny) can you equate your little kerfuffle in a restaurant that has every right to ask you to take off an un-necessary toy; to a very real struggle by countless people on this planet in the past and present fighting to be treated equal as human beings is so fucking beyond my head, I actually can't comprehend it.

What kind of spoilt brat syndrome must he be under to see these events as being on par with each other? How self-absorbed can he be to have to be the most hard done party in any non-related event?

I can't even put in to words the utter shame and contempt I have for that post, so I think I'm going to leave this here.

And before we raise the privacy flag, this was from a public post. It's fair game.

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