joe, will ya just get with the French thing...
it's a pomme!
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...no posts tonight folks, will leave you in suspenders 'till tomorrow.
It's hot in the city, and I have on my boogie shoes...
laters
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(maybe we can make up our own stories about the adventures of smorgs in paris)
wandeljw wrote:(maybe we can make up our own stories about the adventures of smorgs in paris)
Smorgsette: L'Étrangère in a Strange Land ...
During the 2003 heat wave, I remember that there was a mild stir of complaints because everyone kept their windows open all day and all night, which meant that people could now hear, and in some cases see, their neighbors having sex.
I wondered what all the noise was round here.
That make me wonder what smorgs will do in the current heat wave.
Smorgs, did you find Paris to be particularly "gay"?
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Tuesday - day 2
Woke up IN PARIS! Feeling very gay and full of joi de vivre, bid 'bonjour' to Jane, made us a cuppa and discussed what we were le going that day, and had a shower fantastique.
Got out of the shower, nekked of course, as I havn't showered fully clothed since my days in the nunnery, flung myself on the bed, shouting 'viva la France' only to find that Jane had gone down to reception to get an iron, and had left the balcony doors wide open and the curtains pulled back!
You have to remember that mon aimee and I arrived in the dark late at night, very distracted...
I was totally unaware that our room (4th floor) was directly opposite the Pugeot offices on a very narrow street (rue). All the staff on the floor opposite and above could see into our room! There was I lying prone, naked and very red on le bed. 'merde' I mumbled into the matress, covered the essentials with two pillows and slithered along the bed and on to the floor, whilst the tune from 'Mission Impossible' played in the background (on an accordian of course - more French). Jane came in and I shouted "ferme le fuc*ing curtains!"
"Sarah" Jane said, "you know I'm not multi-LANGAL" (?)
not being one to miss an opportunity to correct grammer...
"I think you'll find the term is bi-lingual, Jane"
Jane "whatever, at least I'm making le effort"
Sarah "well could you close the curtains please, as I've just shown the Pugeot staff mois mons and les tits".
(I can assure you that conversation actually took place)
Pissed ourselves laughing for the next the next two hours, whilst applying loads of make-up and choosing the correct outfit to visite le Tower de Eiffel.
*The Pugeot staff saw some sights over the next two days I tell thee, but in the spirit of ontente cordial, they would often wave to us, and we waved back - we became very risque, often leaning over the balony in our nighties and whilstleing at nice French men (well any men really) in the street, then hiding when they looked up. I know it's not anyway for femmes of our age to behave... what can I say? It's the Paris effect!
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Vue avec ma caméra cachée
(I just photoshopped the opposite building a bit since I could ask those 27 office workers there ... .)
yep, that's smorgs in silhouette...
ain't I la gorgeous!
Vraiment, vous avez un cul jolie, la smorgs.
...speak English boy!
I'm not multi-langal!
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Let's just say he's speakin' the universal language, baby.
I said (in Mancunian) "Aye oop. thee 'as a reet good backside, chuck"
In what part of manchester do they speak like that, Ellpus?
... Skipton? Coln? Cltheroe?
mancs would say 'eeahh, check out the top arse on that bird'
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When I was up there in 1929, that's exactly how they spoke.
Or was I in Leeds?
Can't remember now.......
