This is some bird we met that day (Wednesday). She�s one of the Canadian people who were amused by us trying to get into our room and failing. Rather nicely, after we managed to get out way back to the hotel with the faulty toilet we head out to get a bottle of wine. Get some, jaffa cakes too and prepare for an evening in. Then they kindly knock on the door and ask us if we wanted to go out with them for a meal. I have no idea why this is underlined.
Anyway, we agreed, even though we were stuffed full we decided to socialise. We are soon scouring the Paris cityside looking for a place that sells hamburgers and chips.
I seem to remember us joking about leading them into a dark alley or something and conversation onuses. In the following restaurant it�s general chit chat time - them being charmed by our accents and having great trouble understanding me going on about my Granddads caravan in north Wales.
Later, after quite a pleasant meal type thing in which I order a whisky and coke and the barman looks puzzled. �We sell whisky� he says � we sell coke. But whisky and coke? can it be done? I�ll have to get the manager� He ends up sorting it out and I end up getting pissed and taking a picture of someone�s knee (while we�re on the way to the Eiffel tower).
They look at me completely strangely as we head to the Eiffel tower but don�t get there as all the tubes are about to shut down and we might get fined. This picture shows how far we got. It would do but I can�t be assed to scan it in. It was dull anyway.
All in all it was a top day. Seeing Jim Morrisons grave, getting lost, waiting outside the love, finding our way home via a shopping centre and watching some mime artist prance around by the toilets. Trying to guess whether it was a tall mime artist, a mask and full flowing gown was a man or a woman, a chick with dick or shemale was great fun. And watching all the tourists come, having their pictures took with her while giving her nothing - and she couldn�t say anything about it. We thought it was a bloke - a nice bearded Welshman standing on a stool.
We ended that day having a long chat with our Canadian mates. JD gets friendly with them. Interesting! (I�m lying - it isn�t really).
It was a great laugh. Due to serious alcohol intake I haven�t the faintest idea what we were talking about. All I remember is the girl with glasses on that JD�s wrapped around telling us an amazingly funny story which was funny because of the dramatic way she told it. �I wanted to hang out at the mall, right and there�s this ditch right...� basically she fell in. Now mid way through this epic tale that lasts twelve minutes and has no punchline this nutter burst in and started to talk about chocolate. She sounded like a porn line.
�Can you feel the chocolate running through your spine, spreading ecstasy through my body, sensual, rich, melting in my mouth. The ribbed edges scraping off my teeth�. She ought to get a job at Cadburys customer care.
�Which do you prefer, sex or chocolate?� she asked
�Well......chocolates cheaper� I reply.
Exchange E-mail addresses with these people and Jay goes to stay with the ugliest one of them. Internet�s wonderful.
some nutcase