Gay Paree
Kay... i don't post much so i won't really have the stamina to to the (ahem) blow by blow of the whole Parisian fling so here are the dot points:
ART! There was much culture that was absorbed, i think reindeerflotila and i preferred the Louvre to the Musee D' Orsee but both had glorious marble Greek and roman goodies to feast the eyes upon.
Food! Solid solid proof that food outside the UK is simply tastier. I have no idea what is done to British food, but it be bland.
Chocolate! There's just so much... So very much... At times i felt like Jean Grey clutching to Scott's impressive shoulder at the sheer psychic strength of all that chocolate. Mmmmm... Scott...
Eiffel! Tower that is. Had to be done. Not as impressive as i thought. Lots and lots of queuing.
HORROR! The final night was celebrated by going to a Gay Tea Dance at a club around the corner from our hotel. We later found out that at midnight a shocking transformation occurred.... We were no longer at a Gay Tea Dance, oh no. We were at a Tranny night...
TRANNIES! Our two favorite trannies whom we dubbed Tits McGee and Chesty LaRue... Mainly because whilst dancing infront to the mirror they would get bored and yank down their tops to expose their newly acquired Ta Tas they were quite nicely sculpted appendages and they certainly got their money's worth, but apparently keeping them all cooped up inside all that clothing was too great a crime for Tits or Chesty to suffer.
We salute you Tits McGee and Chesty LaRue. Chin chin.
ART! There was much culture that was absorbed, i think reindeerflotila and i preferred the Louvre to the Musee D' Orsee but both had glorious marble Greek and roman goodies to feast the eyes upon.
Food! Solid solid proof that food outside the UK is simply tastier. I have no idea what is done to British food, but it be bland.
Chocolate! There's just so much... So very much... At times i felt like Jean Grey clutching to Scott's impressive shoulder at the sheer psychic strength of all that chocolate. Mmmmm... Scott...
Eiffel! Tower that is. Had to be done. Not as impressive as i thought. Lots and lots of queuing.
HORROR! The final night was celebrated by going to a Gay Tea Dance at a club around the corner from our hotel. We later found out that at midnight a shocking transformation occurred.... We were no longer at a Gay Tea Dance, oh no. We were at a Tranny night...
TRANNIES! Our two favorite trannies whom we dubbed Tits McGee and Chesty LaRue... Mainly because whilst dancing infront to the mirror they would get bored and yank down their tops to expose their newly acquired Ta Tas they were quite nicely sculpted appendages and they certainly got their money's worth, but apparently keeping them all cooped up inside all that clothing was too great a crime for Tits or Chesty to suffer.
We salute you Tits McGee and Chesty LaRue. Chin chin.