French keyboqrds ROCK111
Toby's bitch
Right: Typing nor,qlly qs if on q nor,ql; azerty keyboqrd results in so,e strqnge qnd zonderful things:
Right, Typing normally as if on a normal, qwerty keyboard results in some strange and wonderful things!
However, with some manouvring, the European keyboard is ql,ost usqble: (BASTARD THING!!!)
Met Beth in London, which was nice, she was happy to see us which was nicer and she showed us around Central London from a native's point of view which was simply awsome. Her buay's a cack, reminds me a disturbing ammount of the lead singer of The Church. I didn't think he looked like Jim Morrison at all, but I tend to suck at seeing that sort of thing anyway.
I can't shake my British accent, it follows me around corners and into resteraunts. I'm pretty sure it watches me while I sleep...
Paris is pleasant enough I suppose. Buck 65 lives here, so it can't be all bad. I must admit I was somewhat underwhelmed by the entire thing. L'otel we are staying in is, aside from being right next to the station, is in the only part of Paris that still has cobbled roads as a matter of course. Saw a procession of rollerbladers today, that was pretty crazy. There were hundreds of the buggers. I of course wasn't carrying my skates .
It's actually rather refreshing being in a country that has such a total aversion to foreigners: anyone in the hospitality industry will often flat-out refuse to speak English, but the person on the street knows enough to get by. So if we replaced the waiters with everyday folk, we'd get waiters that spoke English, pedestrians that don't cross the road without a smoko and a ten-minute argument and the service would be just as fast. (Oh no he di'n't...)
Found where all the ugly people in England went... They're holidaying in France (only joking, all the brits I've met here are disgustingly pleasant to look at.) The whole 'Paris Fashion thing is tremendously over-stated. That or fashion has deteriorated to the degree that I can no longer tell. Either way works for me...
Miss ye all lots, miss my good ole Western keyboard. I miss Chai. I even miss Santuccis' mocha-lattes...
DOM
I'm fuXOk-off tired. Met Beth in London, Portobello Rooooooaaaaad was good, Cotswalds pretty to the point of twee.
There's A cardboard PJ Harvey poster that looks stolen from a record shop wedged in the heating-pipes as a decoration, but this cybercafe is run by an old, fat, balding, unsexy, decidedly un-PJ Harvey bloke. I cqn't be arsed wrestling with this freqkin' keyboard anymore, so 'night all.
Right: Typing nor,qlly qs if on q nor,ql; azerty keyboqrd results in so,e strqnge qnd zonderful things:
Right, Typing normally as if on a normal, qwerty keyboard results in some strange and wonderful things!
However, with some manouvring, the European keyboard is ql,ost usqble: (BASTARD THING!!!)
Met Beth in London, which was nice, she was happy to see us which was nicer and she showed us around Central London from a native's point of view which was simply awsome. Her buay's a cack, reminds me a disturbing ammount of the lead singer of The Church. I didn't think he looked like Jim Morrison at all, but I tend to suck at seeing that sort of thing anyway.
I can't shake my British accent, it follows me around corners and into resteraunts. I'm pretty sure it watches me while I sleep...
Paris is pleasant enough I suppose. Buck 65 lives here, so it can't be all bad. I must admit I was somewhat underwhelmed by the entire thing. L'otel we are staying in is, aside from being right next to the station, is in the only part of Paris that still has cobbled roads as a matter of course. Saw a procession of rollerbladers today, that was pretty crazy. There were hundreds of the buggers. I of course wasn't carrying my skates .
It's actually rather refreshing being in a country that has such a total aversion to foreigners: anyone in the hospitality industry will often flat-out refuse to speak English, but the person on the street knows enough to get by. So if we replaced the waiters with everyday folk, we'd get waiters that spoke English, pedestrians that don't cross the road without a smoko and a ten-minute argument and the service would be just as fast. (Oh no he di'n't...)
Found where all the ugly people in England went... They're holidaying in France (only joking, all the brits I've met here are disgustingly pleasant to look at.) The whole 'Paris Fashion thing is tremendously over-stated. That or fashion has deteriorated to the degree that I can no longer tell. Either way works for me...
Miss ye all lots, miss my good ole Western keyboard. I miss Chai. I even miss Santuccis' mocha-lattes...
DOM
I'm fuXOk-off tired. Met Beth in London, Portobello Rooooooaaaaad was good, Cotswalds pretty to the point of twee.
There's A cardboard PJ Harvey poster that looks stolen from a record shop wedged in the heating-pipes as a decoration, but this cybercafe is run by an old, fat, balding, unsexy, decidedly un-PJ Harvey bloke. I cqn't be arsed wrestling with this freqkin' keyboard anymore, so 'night all.