strings strung out on boulevards
Epuise, comletement. What an odd little retreat of disorganised chaos and randomness. Actually had enough space to properly sleeo and scare the shit out of the border control, according to jasper i looked like a dodgy arab man when the guy popped his head round with his turban falling off from too much ya. Sortie, entree, metro, taxi, sandwhich, crepes, vin, morocains, gothiques, anglais, idiots, religieux sinceres et amis.
The pre travel freakin out of having no where to stay got sorted by madame fix it all, yours truly, and the place was really cool in fact, very kitch and filled with highly imbalanced workers, i am sure we were the only people who were waking the perpetually confused door man at 5's and 6's before sun, still polite and curteous in his own way. On the way back spilt a whole carton of orange juice in this super chic super designer businessmans lap right next to me and he didnt even complain, carried my bags for me from the locker and even opened to door for me on the way out of the plane, maybe he stuck chewing gum on my arse, but i checked and really...no just galant.
One thing that must be said about the french: How conservative are they?in paris? out of all places, even the one tranny i saw the whole time and i am sure she was probablyu more drag was giving me the what planeet did this one just land on look...and it amused me to chant watch out for your bags as i smiled sweetly at people who were taking steps backwards the minute they saw me...i still found it sweet.
The coolest people in paris are definitly this group of christian choir ladies who work at the venue (a christian afterschool center for children), so damm understandaing for religious people, but then i think they were real christians with the whole forgiveness and udnerstanding and community ideals, they didnt bat an eyelid to any of the small congregation of foreign eccentrics who were draning their cellar dry (1 euro for a glass of excellent wine), even the guy wearing a christian death tshirt didnt get any shit. Most of the people were very curteous and tried their best not to be bad, but little can be said of the english musicians who scandalised themselves doing the english moron abroad stereotype no good..Naturally there were some very distinctive and exceptional xcharacters but the majority were up their own buttcracks rejoining in each other stink..and it stank.
A lot can be said for the daring of the organisers, mixing amateur choir and orchestra with very noisy and established bands like gae bold, clair obscure, evil twin, lots of current 93 collaborators, and apart from the technical difficulties which held up the show a few times it was really unusual and rare experience. My only complaint which, will no doubt be fased out with practice, was the lack of advertising that the event got, those lineups deserved full capacity.
So aside from getting gradually pickled but so gradual that no nonsense ever occured, i dragged jasper to get ice cream in their soho, found a bar for gay bears(which if anyone knows me, realises i adore), went to pompidou centre and was taken away by the hans belmer exhibit .(coming to u all in 6 months, miss it and you are indeed foolish)met up with a good franco yugo friend and visited the last standing humanist quartier theatre in 20th arrondissment. Stuffed ourselves silly with morrocan and algerian food, mexican which was random but we were starving, went to a goth club against jasper wishes orginally but was impressed by venue and the dancing, none of this two step i am a jack in the box bullshit...and generally enjoyed the views when we could...even managed to almost get taken to a dodgy alleyway by a crackhead who we felt sorry for before we realised this could be dangerous even if she was sweet and slightly mad, had 15 pound pizza, got carried around the mazes, made friends with the local dykes and their stuffed toys and eventually almost missed my flight actually getting to the ariport 6 minutes before it took off running like a spastic go no please let me on the plane and they did, which almost stopped me in my tracks out of shock...reason why i was late :
I was trying to buy out the entire magazine shop in one of the metro stops, and lookin for pink cigarettes for my flatmates but the latter was doomed from the start in my time span (u cant BLOODY BUY CIGARETTES OR TOBACCO ANYWHERE!)
so did i enjoy it all after this rather badly written monologue, ofcourse u dimwits, i think i may have been trying to sabotage my flight in fact but the bit that makes sense suddenly took over, or i could still be trying to find someone to take me to the dodgy parts of the catacombs and touring the sewers for silent films sakes
Over and out
Bed
Mx
The pre travel freakin out of having no where to stay got sorted by madame fix it all, yours truly, and the place was really cool in fact, very kitch and filled with highly imbalanced workers, i am sure we were the only people who were waking the perpetually confused door man at 5's and 6's before sun, still polite and curteous in his own way. On the way back spilt a whole carton of orange juice in this super chic super designer businessmans lap right next to me and he didnt even complain, carried my bags for me from the locker and even opened to door for me on the way out of the plane, maybe he stuck chewing gum on my arse, but i checked and really...no just galant.
One thing that must be said about the french: How conservative are they?in paris? out of all places, even the one tranny i saw the whole time and i am sure she was probablyu more drag was giving me the what planeet did this one just land on look...and it amused me to chant watch out for your bags as i smiled sweetly at people who were taking steps backwards the minute they saw me...i still found it sweet.
The coolest people in paris are definitly this group of christian choir ladies who work at the venue (a christian afterschool center for children), so damm understandaing for religious people, but then i think they were real christians with the whole forgiveness and udnerstanding and community ideals, they didnt bat an eyelid to any of the small congregation of foreign eccentrics who were draning their cellar dry (1 euro for a glass of excellent wine), even the guy wearing a christian death tshirt didnt get any shit. Most of the people were very curteous and tried their best not to be bad, but little can be said of the english musicians who scandalised themselves doing the english moron abroad stereotype no good..Naturally there were some very distinctive and exceptional xcharacters but the majority were up their own buttcracks rejoining in each other stink..and it stank.
A lot can be said for the daring of the organisers, mixing amateur choir and orchestra with very noisy and established bands like gae bold, clair obscure, evil twin, lots of current 93 collaborators, and apart from the technical difficulties which held up the show a few times it was really unusual and rare experience. My only complaint which, will no doubt be fased out with practice, was the lack of advertising that the event got, those lineups deserved full capacity.
So aside from getting gradually pickled but so gradual that no nonsense ever occured, i dragged jasper to get ice cream in their soho, found a bar for gay bears(which if anyone knows me, realises i adore), went to pompidou centre and was taken away by the hans belmer exhibit .(coming to u all in 6 months, miss it and you are indeed foolish)met up with a good franco yugo friend and visited the last standing humanist quartier theatre in 20th arrondissment. Stuffed ourselves silly with morrocan and algerian food, mexican which was random but we were starving, went to a goth club against jasper wishes orginally but was impressed by venue and the dancing, none of this two step i am a jack in the box bullshit...and generally enjoyed the views when we could...even managed to almost get taken to a dodgy alleyway by a crackhead who we felt sorry for before we realised this could be dangerous even if she was sweet and slightly mad, had 15 pound pizza, got carried around the mazes, made friends with the local dykes and their stuffed toys and eventually almost missed my flight actually getting to the ariport 6 minutes before it took off running like a spastic go no please let me on the plane and they did, which almost stopped me in my tracks out of shock...reason why i was late :
I was trying to buy out the entire magazine shop in one of the metro stops, and lookin for pink cigarettes for my flatmates but the latter was doomed from the start in my time span (u cant BLOODY BUY CIGARETTES OR TOBACCO ANYWHERE!)
so did i enjoy it all after this rather badly written monologue, ofcourse u dimwits, i think i may have been trying to sabotage my flight in fact but the bit that makes sense suddenly took over, or i could still be trying to find someone to take me to the dodgy parts of the catacombs and touring the sewers for silent films sakes
Over and out
Bed
Mx