Day 2 et Le Moulin Rouge and a lady that wanted to eat Kate...

Paris is a Surreal world and like being in a schizophrenic's mind...

I forgot to mention yesterday about the random woman who wanted to eat Kate. As we were on the train stuck behind our luggage at the end, some random lady in her mid 30s came over and plonked all her bags around us and the door, so she could make a fast exit from the carriage. She was looking Lady K up n down and licking her lips. I was scared this time, so i broke the awkward silence saying, "parlez-vous anglais?"

 

She went on to telling us about how she traveled to London reguarly to purchase shoes n bags to re-sell in France. She asked what we did for jobs and went on to say, "hmmm I need a nurse..."
"What for?" asked Kate and the lady replied, "To look after children"
"Im not that sort of nurse" says Kate, and the women said "Thats fine", handing her some ripped paper with her mobile number on. She then asked Kate for her mobile, but Kate said she didnt have a French phone. The woman turned to one side and started speaking in French to some other person who was on her phone and was talking about Kate, still looking at her all the time.


Anyway thats when the train stopped and we made sure we got away from this cannibal thing before she started sucking on Kates toes (And thats when Kate said "Au Revoir" as our Taxi came to meet us lol)

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The bread n cakes in this city... omg YUM!

After amazing Criossiants, proper coffee and a go on the French pinball machine, we went to see the Eiffel Tower.

Kate with socks >>>

Looking for Eiffels >>>

<<< Found Le Tower

aha! oh mon dieu!
Being cold (It was snowing a little) >>>

The Tower is ok, but you will want food once your there, because its everywhere...

This place looks like the Guildhall walk without any skanks

<<< Monsieur Bod taking some real Coffee
Tasty & Warm
Double Bonuses

Every corner you find a new world >>>

Still a few Christmas Decorations left. Whats nice here, is that even though Muslims and Christians both have their own things going on, they respect each other and live amongst each other peacefully.

Look up and you see the decorations of Christmas

Look at the buchers and its Halal Muslim meat

There are so many different people living in France

that not having any one paticular dominating religion or group means everyone just gets on with their own thing.

The streets are filled also with young men in paticular smoking skunk quite freely. They look happy and arent causing any problems.

Yea it may not look it in any of these pics, but where we actually live, just round the corner is GHETTO land...

Its so bloody expensive and immigration is a big problem as always. The streets are littered with tramps. One asked Kate a question in French, to which her obvious reply was "Walk faster head down", he started shouting something, but I noticed he had a smile on his face. He just didnt want to be ignored and wasnt looking for trouble. We said in French that we dont speak it (If that makes sense?) and he was laughing.

The supermarket had a wheely bin full of out dated foods... Breads, cakes, rolls, everything really. The store boy rolled out the bin (This was at night) and as he tipped all the food in the bin, lil heads popped out from places and tramps ran over to dive in and share the food out. The buildings are pretty impressive on the inside, but there are many people locked out at night. Some may well be dirty rats, but im sure a few of these guys lost their way and became poor...

Found GAME which is good !

Then saw the price tags... Paris have games on sale for 69 EUROS !!!

<<< Here the final meal of the day...

Our chef seen in the background eating was

GIANLUCA !!!

Wow he was the same voice and smile, but French!?

After the meal, I got out our cushty little French wordz book and tried to say Kate would pay as jokes.

I said "Je voudrais payer avec ma femme s'il vous plaît."

When the waiter went off laughing to return with the bar girl, he asked me to repeat it again, but that actually translates to "I would like to pay WITH my wife, please..."

After more Kanansers, we got on the metro to go home... It was quite late by this time. We stopped at a place called Pigalle and I remembered that the Moulin Rouge was at this place, so picking Kate up, and jumping off the train we got to ground level and it was an amazing sight...

We

Every direction you looked were lights! Red ones too! It was the most shadey looking place we'd ever seen, but there was no turning back. This was actually Hell on earth, but the way its laid out was a masterpiece, but one could get in much trouble in this place... 

The word sex was on every single shop for about a mile...

Women walked around wearing, not much...

It was Amsterdam in France!

This must be the safest red light district on the planet (As long as you didn't touch anything)
There were families walking around at night to see the sights. Come on son, lets go down town to see the history of Pigalle and all the pretty whores.


We did get there in the end after ducking under pertruding willys on signposts and beckoning hands between red curtains. There were some dam funny shops and something that looked like a fortune tellers hut, but instead it read "Come in to see the famous Lady girl boy magic Transexual" No idea what sex that is :S

There it was shining from miles away and stood opposite was a giant crowd taking pictures like it was going to vanish any second.

Must admit, if windmills were sexy, this one = Win!

Then we DID go home, eat cake,

and what an amazing toilet seat we have...

FRANCAIS - Jour une (Day 1)

BONJOUR - English types!

Well Kates finally wearing long socks bravely! Thanks for the converting Baby D! You were obviously an inspiration there.

Leaving chav ridden Pompey straight into Baghdad/London we got the Eurostar and went under the sea in a train! Was so amazing that I fell asleep. Oh, but before we could get on the train, Customs stopped me in paticular to ask what the giant square thing was in me luggage (OBviously a monitor and not a bomb, and the strange shaped controllers what were they? (Just Buzz controllers) What do they do? They are my toys!!!

At that point she either thought they were laser guns or sexual devices and let go of them quite fast. A man came over to check them too which was funny. He looked that terrible singerfrom American Idle who actually became famous for his bad voice "William Hung"

 <<< Games, monitors, controllers n more...

Kate missing her family already at

the train station xxx  >>>

 <<< Awaiting le Train

Stuffed at the end of the train with all our luggage >>>

Looking for Merlot and food after all the games are un-packed...

 

Certain women we passed smelt of Shake n Vac perfume

Old men played dice games in pubs

Groups of young blokes sat on corners smoking Skunk like it wasn't law

Even by late hours, the streets were still filled with people.

Very relaxed atmosphere...

OMG Lionbar Cereals !!!

 and finally some shots from the 1st morning...

au revoir...

My first blog,,, If you hate it, why do you do it ?

"facebook..."

Its like having freedom of speech where you can't say anything out of line? 
Its about poking each other meaninglessly,
Its the annoying habit you must check when you wake up, go to sleep or nearly any spare moment in time leading up to your next daily event whether its Eastenders(pukes) or going out, but even then you cannot escape it because its on your phone!
Its the place where people who you've never particularly liked through your younger days have strangely come to greet you for the first time? (and will browse all your photos to see if your fat, pregnant or bald yet)
Its the place where people will make habits of stalking your profile, OR worse you could be stalking theirs.
Its a place where you generally don't learn anything other than Jimmy Crumpethump has been dumped by his girlfriend or Jeremy Mcflatley has been locked out the house OR worse Jenny Elizabeth Mongratin is hungry and doesn't know what to make herself, plus shes got a headache, cant be 'arsed' to do any housework and will be taking the dog out for a poo at 6:47pm next Wednesday.

It is a silly place...

Ive reached the conclusion that I will only ever use this annoying website as an electronic email catalogue from now, since its so much easier to just log in, click a face and send the dam message, over trying to remember hundreds of emails.


It is best only used for communication purposes anyway (Although some do like a bit of farming which is perfectly healthy in small doses... Its just when people start phoning each other to discuss weekly produce stock-takes that it gets a bit worrying and my mother isn't quite there... yet). ;)

More often than not, people are going to get upset with each other because naturally humans are opinionated and others don't actually have an opinion (by choice) and they will eventually see a 'friends' status which offends them.

Therefore, unless you say something that fits every religion, every race, culture, every political party and doesn't include offensive words like "Gillian, Ginger or Fadge", you WILL lose friends. (Facebook friends though, the people who just click 'add' to spy on you and then decide that actually you p**s them off and spend 5minutes searching Google for "how to delete friends on facebook")

On the plus side, if I'd never used facebook, I wouldn't have met all the extra amazing Bodle family members, wouldn't keep up to date with what my family in Australia are getting up too (Without mailing constantly) and arranging nights out or group stuff is done in seconds by clicking some happy faces in your friends list and choosing France > Go.

There is only one friend of mine brave enough to delete his Facebook account so far... Poo Van. (Vietnamese name) He watched the movie 'Social Network' which helped finish the decision, but he can be proud to admit hes almost a month free of Facebook addictions already and not coming back. One day I hope to be able to delete mine too, but I can't be bothered to write everyones email addresses out.

Anyway, I'm using these blogs to help me keep in contact with important people whilst I travel on new projects. Your all invited to come have free holidays with us when you like, just not all at the same time. Lady K will give you a tours of the local boulangeries and there will be much cheese n wine with strange accents.

Oh we are trying to find a time to have a last minute drinks some-place before we go and will let you know...

Au Revoir.