Return to Reims

Just got back from a nice weekend in Reims. The weather was crap, I didn't have a belt so was having a bit of a hold ma dick Darren Sharper moment, but you can't win em all I spose.

Had a few highlights of the weekend:

Tekkers of the week goes to the teenage girls in McDonalds.
You trust the McBin will open with tray power...but these girls didn't fuck about, one of em jammed her foot in the bin lid whilst the other cooly disposed of her and her mate's Happy Meal.



In English Language Assistant circles, I am now known as "the badger".
Spose you could put this down to a hungover blond moment. Basically at 5am my roomies in the hostel thought it would be a good idea to sleep in the same bed (to keep body head I assume). Not only did their fondling wake me, but prompted me to blame their noise on the empty corridor by calling it a fucking foreigner. I cannae see fuck all from 2yards in the dark without being in 4-eyes mode, and I eat my carrots aswell so when I brought this up the next day I referred to myself as a badger (cus they're obviously blind). So now they call me badger.

Goldman Sachs rule the world.
Cunning linguist and Economist Mike Brooks wouldn't shut the fuck up about this. Whether it be shit chat in the lift or over a bottle of wine at 4am...Goldman Sachs rule the world. It's in Rolling Stone magazine look it up! And let's look it up eh...

http://www.rollingstone.com/politics/news/the-great-american-bubble-machine-20100405

It's true what they say about the French and striking.
These guys strike all the fucking time. Someone randomly got stabbed on the Paris underground, bad news I know, hold a memorial and whatnot but don't use it as another excuse to strike...the trains seem to run 3 days a week the way they keep going on.

Then it struck closer to home, I went for my din dins tonite and WAHBAM (courtesy of Amy Rogers) the canteen is a ghostown, even the tumbleweed's on strike tonite. Just the one meal, monday dinner crossed off the dinner menu replaced with the word 'GREVE' meaning strike in frog tongue. No wonder there's no French players in Major League Baseball cus they'd strike out every time at the plate!