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.