A forgotten classic...

3 and a half weeks to go...

Although i've only been in Paris for 3 months now, i was away for 2 months before i left England and havn't once popped back to ol' blighty like many others, so i actually havn't been home for almost 5 months :(


Therefore there are a few home comforts that only London can satisfy that im begining to miss....

Covent Garden

Mulled wine

 (i dont actually like it, but i do like the idea)

Starbucks Christmas cups

Mint

http://www.mintvintage.co.uk/index.php

Ice skating @ Somerset House

The Strand

Apostrophe

Twining's Earl Grey decaf

These lil cheeky chappies

Wagamama

Waterloo Bridge

Splenda

This lil lady

Proud- Smash&Grab

...just to name a few.

Can't WAIT to be back home on the 23rd December......but only until 6th Jan and then its off to Santiago!

1.11

It's 1.11am

This is halfway through my third out of 5 articles i have to analyse on le Parti Socialiste en France.


I WILL finish it tonight if it kills me.
I REFUSE to sit alone in my bedroom working for a single day longer.


Come on, Dais.

Birthday Blaise...

After hunching over my lil ol' lappy for far too many hours a weekend trip to Barcelona was just what i needed. So i packed my bags and head off to see lil ol Blaisey for her birthday.

Finally after a 20 minute metro ride, a 2 and a half hour bus journey, a 2 hour delay, a 1 and a half hour plane ride and a 20 minute cab journey... I WAS THERE!!


After eating nothing but Blaise's birthday macaroons all day, Chris' Bolognase was much appreciated on arrival, as was the copious amounts of red wine we all cosnumed.
Several bottles and cheeses later i lost my memory and woke up the next day to find a rather embarassing video of me dancing down the streets of Barcelona, which i had no recolection of, on Kat's camera.
Classy.

Saturday was brunch followed by an amble down to the beach and then possibly the most emotional yet happy 2 hours of my life then followed. 
That's right.
HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.


Five words to describe it;
Why am i a muggle?


Alas 3.30pm on Sunday (after a Spanish hot chocolate and 2 NON GLUTEN FREE SLICES OF CAKE!) i had to catch my bus to the airport to fly home to get the bus, to get the metro, to finally end up back at 1 rue d'Edimbourg.


Luckily lil Annie was at home waiting for me, as was Sex and the City......and once more, the promise of shit loads of work.


Merci tous pour un weekend parfait.

Down with brown.

THAT'S IT!
Ive had enough of Nutella yearnings EVERYTIME i walk past a crêperie and see the huuggeee pots of nutella gently melting next to the warm crêpes, EVERYTIME i walk past the sweet condament section in any supermarket, EVERYTIME i dream of spooning sweet soft Nutella straight from the jar.


Enough is enough.


I'm going to take matters into my own hands.


Question: How do you make yourself no longer want to eat something?
Answer: You eat so much you make yourself feel sick.


I'm now on 500g of Nutella in one day and i can safely say that the above strategy is working.


I am now looking at my pot of nutella with hatred. 
What was once once sweet nutty butty heaven is now just a huge pot o' brown stuff.
What once was a comfort food, now aint so comforting.
What once i craved, i am literally now staring at, moomin spoon in hand, shivvering with the fear that i will have to lick one more spoonful (and obviously because its just friggin cold in our appartment)


I hate you Nutella.
I hate you.


Why are there no jars of you that contain only 100g?
Why do you taste so good with everything? (especially bananas)
WHY WAS I NEVER GIVEN YOU AS A CHILD AND THUS WOULDNT SEE YOU AS SUCH A NOVELTY AND THEREFORE THIS WOULDNT BE AN ISSUE!?


So many questions.....
One answer.


SCREW YOU NUTELLA.


Your reign is over.

I don't want to study!

Once more the prospect of sitting at my computer analysing article after article au sujet de the French left wing and the Partie Sociaiste's chances of winning the 2012 elections seemed daunting....a little tooo daunting!

As luck would have it so did Anni's exposé and thus.....PHOTO DAY WAS BORN!!

lorenalondon.blogspot.com 

An hour of adorning our flat with random scarves draped over chairs and cushions and rugs galore, i then found myself wearing only a chiffon dressing gown in the freezing outdoor air on the balcony.

Clearly arranging the flat wasn't pointless AT ALL.

A few hours and several tea's later lead us to getting all dressed up, walking to Pompon and admiring the christmas lights at Galerie Lafayette and Printems on the way whilst singing along to Wheezer.

15 minutes later.....we were walking back home to hot chocolates in bed with 'How to lose a guy in 10 days'.

We know how to party ;)

Farewell Dirpy

I was only a recent convert, but gone are the days of recording from Youtube.

That's right, Dirpy.com has ended.

Just in time i suppose....i was just about to download Mandy Moore 'Sweet like Candy". Thank god something stopped me.

Who am i kidding? Im totally limewire-ing tht lil baby.

Lenny Knows...

Went to Pompon with Alex last night after work for 'a drink' that turned into around 6 (whisky coke's ofcourse), lots of dancing next to Lenny Kravitz, leaving at 2 and grabbing a crêpe/ chips on the way home and then falling into bed with Alex reading to me in French.


I am now in bed at 1.45pm attempting to read 'Cooking in a Bedsitter' by Katherine Whitehorn for one of my translations i have to do for Kings. 
It is possibly the most pointless book ive ever read. 
Apart from the fact that it consists of 181 pages dedicated only to old-skool 50s housewife dvice on how to cook in, unsurprisingly, a bedsitter (whatever that might be) casually mixed in with just enough derrogative scentences such as "Why brides should be encouraged to produce such abominably dull food i do not know: I can think of few better ways of heading for a speedy divorce", it is also in English. 


KINGS, WHY ARE YOU FORCING ME TO READ A DULL, SEXIST, ENGLISH BOOK WHILE I AM IN FRANCE?


This is all made much worse by the fact that i feel extremely sick.
This is most likely from the concoction of the previously mentioned kick-ass dance moves and one too many whisky's but made much MUCH worse by the half a comté cheese i had this morning for breakfast.
Nice one, Daisy.
Nuttin' quite says 'hangover cure' like a big ol' lump o' cheese.


Something tells me i won't be leaving my internet-free (though shockingly, now heated) room too much today. 


Piece of advice- Whisky, the shimmy and dairy......not such a sexy combo.

It's winter!

This guy's arriving in 2 months...

Everyone is wearing these...

This is the number of layers i am wearing inside my appartment...

What does this all point to.........?

THAT ITS ABOUT TIME OUR LANDLADY TURNED ON THE FRIGGIN HEATING!!!

Watch out Marie-Odille, don't make me'forget' to turn off the lights at night!

BOYCOTT H&M

Ok. So H&M tried to arrest me yesterday.

Thanks, H&M, thanks alot for applying your well honed crime fighting skills to force a small english girl into a small back room while you dialed for the police to tell them i had stolen a black top worth only 4 euros that i HAD THE RECEIPT FOR!!!

Seriously, if i was going to steal something i probably wouldnt choose the most dull and cheap thing in the shop, i probably wouldnt have come and found the secutiy gaurd when the alarm went off, and i probably wouldnt have...i dunno...GONE TO THE CHECKOUT AND GIVEN THEM MONEY IN EXCHANGE FOR THE TOP IN QUESTION!

Screw you H&M.

You've just lost yourself one EXTREMELY valuable customer.

Anni's Paris

Quote of the day

Karen Walker- "You're 20 and living in Paris, darling. Just take some pills and drink some alcohol!"

5 days of fun.

Paris was getting a lil chilly without a certain someone to keep me cosy, so Lil ol' Philly came this week to enjoy the tasty delights of Pareee! and what could be more cultural and chic than Disney Land.

That's right. Daisy went to meet Donald Duck at long last. However, i was cruelly shunned and denied my dream kodak moment. It was fairly brutal. But atleast he didnt slap me with his oversized 'wing' as he waddled off as he did to a nearby small french child. 
Seriously.
Im not joking.
Donald got dirty.


After some much needed vintage shopping, macaroons, eating at 'HD Diner' off rue des archives TWICE, spotting Keira Knightley once and checking out some casual grèves Philly had to choo choo his way back to Monty-p......
But not before we spent an evening mixing with the 50s wannabe's of Paris at an Electro- Swing night at Le Bal.


Needless to say it didnt take too much to get me practising my swing moves on the dancefloor.....

Alas, i woke up the next day to a runny nose, cough and general demeanor that didnt exactly scream 'health'. Once again i have a cold, so the whole of Sunday poor Philly was forced to stay at home with me while i blew my way through almost a whole box of tissues and watched Fantastic Mr. Fox in bed- definately the best way to spend your Halloween......Oh and i can't afford any more medicine because i had to pay my rent. Nice.


Still waiting on Hard Rock to find out about my last interview with the manager's manager (since when did a manager have a manager?). It sounds like they may want me to be working weekends which unfortunately means i may have to miss out on Barcelona in 2 weeks for Blaisey's birthday :(.
Hopefully my 'calming presence and lovely smile' (they're words, not mine) will be enough to convince them id be better as a monday, wednesday, thursday kinda girl. We'll see.