still counts.

Au revoir.

After 4 months living in basically the same room with this one person, that one person has become pretty important.
Merry Christmas, beautiful banani.
I miss you already.
You made my Paris.

Chaos for Christmas

20th December, Gare du Nord

11 hours of waiting

5 hour journey

Ce n'est qu'une fête à Paris.

After waving lil Annie off at Châtelet with the knowledge i would not see her again for 6 months i marched on home, wiping a delicate tear from my rosy cheek, returning to the cold of Edie alone before i departed for London tomorrow.


One hour later....


Her flight was cancelled.

ANNIE'S BACK AT EDIEEEEE!!!
But that does also mean she won't be going to Vienna until Tuesday and thanks to this little message from cheeky Eurostar;

 "Service Update - Due to infrastructure issues on the French network caused by severe weather conditions, Eurostar is now operating a contingency timetable"

...it seems i too might not be home on time. 

But don't worry.

Santa's magic and he can fix anything!

Come on lil fella, help us out. 

Ive tried to be good this year....but it's hard to recycle in Paris :(

TE BAISER M-O

m-o, artistic representation.

I am so glad i will as of Monday no longer live upstairs from the slut i now call my 'propriétaire'. 
I hate her as she is horrid.


"Daisy, je suis fatiguée et fachée que je suis toujours la victime"
VICTIM!? VICTIM OF WHAT!? WE STILL DONT HAVE HEATING!!


Whatever Marie-Odille. As of Monday you will no longer feel obliged to shout at me again for losing chopsticks you never supplied us with.


BON VOYAGE!
Tu ne va pas me manquer.

LE POULAIN

We saw boobs.

Craving the bitter cold of Paris and the warmth of a Danais cuddle, The Blaiser beam flew her way to Edie for ONE NIGHT ONLY.

A rather tricky meeting at Gare du Nord, after a tramp screamed at me to 'te baiser' (aka fuck off) Bl-aisy were at last reunited and journeyed back to 1 rue d'Edimbourg.

Casually shimmying up to Le Baron in our furs and animal themed bobble hats proved surprisingly sucessful and was only the start of FUN FUN FUN.

3 Barons drinks and 2 Champagnes were the cause of alot of dancing and a rather obscure choice to leave and go to a strip club.

4.30am found us inside The Pink Paradise. Surprisingly we were the only girls in there that weren't wearing thongs and their breasts as attire.

After a rather interesting offer from an elderly gentleman to kindly 'buy' me a lapdance, we decided it was time to leave.

10.30am alarm and neurofen.

After lunch on rue Saint-Antoine we headed to the vintage shops and to le Pain Quotidien for some much needed chocolate. Unfortunately le bombe chocolate AND la tarte chocolat proved a little too much and i now feel SICK.

Ooh and i bought some shoes!

At 4pm lil Blaisey had to catch her train to the airport to head back to Barcelona to pack and head back to London for CHRISTMAAASSS!

A lovely lovely mini Blaise break.

home sweet home

Due to snow storm possibilities.....IM NOW COMING HOME ON MONDAY 20TH DECEMBER!


See you all soon suckas!!

14 days to go....

PARIS SNOW STORM

1 hour later....

Locker likes Paris

After 2 trips to Paris, Philly's got it down.

A few tips and hints for future Paris go-ers and a few of the Locker's faves.

Le Marais

75004

Tea by Thé

2, Place du Palais Royal, 75001

Breakfast in America

4 rue de Malher, 75004

Canal Saint Martin

75010

Freep'Star

8 rue Saint Croix de la Bretonnerie/ 4 rue de la Verrerie 

75008

Christmas lights at Galleries Lafayette

Boulevard Haussmann

75008

And that's how Phil C's it.

Katherine, oh, Katherine!

In a previous post you may remember i ranted about some silly slut whose book i had to read about 'Cooking in a Bedsitter'. This silly slut was Katherine Whitehorn.
She is not a silly slut.
She is my new idol.


'In the play The Shrike, the hero is entertaining his girl to dinner and she says: "What's for dessert?" And there is no dessert; and he tries to commit suicide. This is an extreme view... hand round some chocolates.' Cooking in a Bedsitter.

Born in 1928 in Hendon, Katherine wanted to go into publishing.
She was working for a women's magazine in 1956 when Bert Hardy (a photographer for the Picture Post) asked her to model for him.
She then wrote for The Picture Post, was the Fashion Editor and then Features writer for The Observer and also wrote for Saga Magazine.


'to catch the atmosphere of the Paris collections, you must lock yourself in a hot cupboard with a bottle of spilled scent and a champagne hangover'

She married Gavin Lyall in 1958 and stayed with him until he died in 2003, 
"She fell for Gavin, a pilot turned newspaper air correspondent, and journalist at pretty much the same time, when she started work on the Picture Post following a brief stint in publishing ('I was pretty wet about publishing,' she says. 'It didn't occur to me that I was in the wrong job.') and stuck with them both through thick and thin." Gaurdian 17th August 2008


I love Gavin.
I love Katherine.


I'm sorry i ever doubted you.

Nibble my Berko

23 Rue Rambuteau 75004

Berko.

Macaroons may be every girl's delight but nuttin' beats a good ol' cupcake or a HUGEE slice of cheekecake!

Rows upon rows of cupcakes in every colour and flavour you can imagine. Banoffe, Teddy bear marshmallow, blueberries and cream cheese, carambar....

And the biggest slices of cheesecake you will ever see! Though DO NOT venture to eat a whole one, though you will be tempted. It will only end badly.

Twice have i experienced the trauma after a whole slice of crème brulée cheesecake or Peanut Butter Swirle. I wouldn't advise it. 

Jules Verne

So lil mumma came to visit me yesterday and take back 2 suitcases of my stuff (what the hell am i going to wear now!?) and after some essential Christmas shopping in Printemps and St Germain, we picked up Annie and head off in a taxi through the snow to The Jules Verne restaurant in the Tour Eiffel.



What better way to enjoy the snow than sitting cosy half way up the Tour Eiffel, looking over the Rive Gauche as the snow falls?

Belle Eiffel cocktails, scallops marinated in cauliflower, chicken with grapes and  spiced macaroons, passion fruit tartlets with raspberries and almond financiers for dessert! As well as marshmallows and dark chocolate truffles that we did NOT hesitate to subtely wrap in a napkin and stuff in our bags for later.....Truly the most amazing dinner i think i've ever had.