Paris – Chapter 1

I admit it, I am procrastinating. I should be writing a rather important assignment for my MA, and if I’m not going to do that I should be in bed warm and snuggled up because I’m a bit sick but I have bought an hours Internet time for my laptop and I would much rather use it writing a blog. To be honest it’s nice to be writing something fluently, I have the worst writers block with my assignment and every sentence has been a real battle. The deadline is Thursday and I have a long way to go so I am hoping that fear based motivation kicks in soon! Anyway, that’s not what I planned to write about, I was going to tell you about a rather delightful weekend I have just returned from in Paris.

After a rather early morning drive on the M4 (motorway) I met Kate Erring at her home and we made our way to St Pancras for our 12.30pm rendezvous with the Commander, lunch was enjoyed and I accidentally stole a packet of crisps. It was a genuine mistake, I did present them at the til along with my tomato and mozzarella panini but later realised I had not been billed for them. In all honesty I could have gone back and paid but by that point it had been a little while and the offending item had been consumed so I decided the embarrassment of returning to the shop to give them 60p far outweighed the guilt of my foray into shop lifting.

When travelling by Eurostar in the past I have always been on the car transporter so have never really experienced the check in procedures but they went very smoothly except for Kate Erring setting of the metal detector and being wanded, this became somewhat of a theme of the trip and in fact I believe it is a bit of a theme of Kate Erring’s life, there is a strong possibility that she is part adamantium.

The train ride itself was comfortable and brief, The Commander spent much of her time with Harry (Potter) whilst Kate Erring and I made detailed notes on the journey and the scenes from the window – 2.14pm: aboard train, stared out a small boy – and so forth. These leisurely pursuits were followed up by a blinding game of travel Cluedo in which I was victorious and then just as we had become acclimatised and settled we were in Paris. The 15 minute walk from Gare du Nord to our hotel turned out to be more like 30 minutes but I think the darkness and our disorientation played a large role in that. The Hotel Windsor Opera is all I could have hoped for and more. The reception area is decorated in a deep purple and accessorised with chrome aeroplane parts. Our room was large with an enormous freshly decorated bathroom and a little terraced area. As we unpacked and organised ourselves we watched a little of the French version of Don’t Forget The Lyrics, N’oubliez Pas Les Paroles – the French version of Shane Richie is terrifying and has the checks of a hamster!

Dinner was a dignified (!?!) affair we dined at a french bistro in the enclosed but outside heated area, Mojitos all round (mine an Apple one, I think that might be my new drink) and several games of Sex, Marry, Kill were enjoyed, I am pleased to announce that Bill Oddie is not as bad as Hitler!

After breakfast on Day Two, we made our way to Notre Dame, we visited hunchbacks and thankfully avoided being flattened by failing tourists in the style of Amelie’s mother. We then made our way to the river where we purchased Babtobus tickets and made our way to the Eiffel Tower by boat. There is little I love more than a good boat trip and this was certainly a good boat trip.

I must stop here for tonight, it is very cold in my little flat and I am going to get into bed with my electric blanket. I will continue soon and post some pictures as well, until then Bon Nuit.

Where we’re going we don’t need roads

2010 marks the 25th birthday of one of the best films of the 1980’s Back to the Future and to  mark the occasion Highwater and I hoped in our souped up DeLorian and hightailed it back to 1985 to watch it in the cinema – or this is what we would have done but some sensible soul decided it deserved to be rereleased for the occasion, which is convenient because plutonium is so expensive these days.  As I was born in 1985 myself I didn’t get to see it in cinema’s the first time round but have seen it many, many times on the TV, mainly around Christmas time. Despite this I really enjoyed the opportunity to watch it on the big screen, how it was intended to be seen.

In case you have been living in a cave for the last 25 years the premise of Back to the Future is teenage Marty McFly (Michael J. Fox) travels back to 1955 in a Delorean turned plutonium fueled time-machine created by the archetypal mad scientist Dr Emmett Brown (Christopher Lloyd).  In 1955 he meets his parents, still teenagers themselves, he unwittingly disrupts the natural course of events and he must intervene to make sure his parents still meet, fall in love and marry otherwise he will never be conceived and will cease to be.

It’s not the most sophisticated of films but the special effects are brilliant (for the time of course, this movie is a CGI free zone) the plot is griping and if you don’t love this film then you just don’t love films do you?

Un Petit Voyage à Paris

At the end of November Kate Erring, The Commander and I are taking a little trip to Paris.  One great thing about living in the UK is the travel possibilities right on your doorstep. I am quite in love with America, I love to visit and one day I hope to live there but it does have it’s limitations travel-wise unless you have a lot of money. By contrast in living Europe you can explore a foreign country on a long weekend on a relatively tight budget, which sort of makes up for the rainy days and pathetic summers.

Despite the fact that Paris is easy to get to I have only been once before as a Christmas trip with my Mum when I was about 15 so I am very excited about going again.  I currently spend a good portion of my day dreaming about gallivanting about the city streets taking photo’s like a mad woman, visiting museums, quaffing champagne and nibbling at pastries.  I was planning to post an itinerary but then realised that providing random strangers the details of my movements was probably not a wise thing to do so I will give that information post trip but let me tell you now we have done a very good job in picking the hotel, it looks absolutely fabulous. I am almost as excited about seeing the hotel in person as I am about the whole trip and I have no doubt in my mind that I will be singing it’s praises and giving it a high recommendation.    

The trip is for 3 days and I have some must to activities of my own but what are yours?

I hate Kevin Bacon

It’s not his fault. He could be a perfectly nice guy, he could be a total dick I have no idea. The reason I hate him stems from watching Sleepers as a teenager. The character he plays in that movie is so deplorable that I have never been able to get over it. Having never mentioned my loathing of Mr Bacon to anyone before I though I was alone in my hate of him but today I discovered that my boss shares my feelings and now I am wondering are there more of us out there?  Look at this face…. don’t you just want to punch it?

  

Line of Best Fit

The passage of time is a funny thing, a minute can feel like an hour and two years can feel like the blink of an eye. I was listening to Transatlanticism by Death Cab for Cutie last night and I started to think about an overnight bus trip I took in Australia at about this time two years ago. I was hot and uncomfortable and struggling to sleep but in love with my life and listening to the track to try and lull myself to sleep.

Living in Australia seems like a million years ago, two seconds ago and as if it never happened all at the same time.  I really miss living out of a backpack sometimes, I miss going on epic adventures. I miss being the girl who got on a plane from Thailand to Cambodia on a whim, on her own because it was right there and why the hell not.  My life has become very small recently and there are good and important reasons for that, I’m doing valuable stuff like getting my MA and being a responsible adult but that doesn’t mean that the desire for a big life has gone away. I guess I have just reached a point in my life where I have to put some of my dreams on a shelf where they can wait patiently for me to have the opportunity and resources to pick them up again.  

To survive

In order to survive I require the following:

Coffee

Breathing Space

Music

I’m not all that complicated, give me these and we are good.

(images c/o weheartit.com)

Oh, Hi there…

I am living in the world of unfinished blogs at the moment. I keep having half thoughts that I think I might like to write about but when it comes to it I don’t have much to say at all. I blame twitter, compressing your thoughts into 140 characters can not be healthy.

Opps

I have to take a little blogging break and wanted to explain myself.  I managed to have a little car accident at the end of last week, I am mostly fine but I have damaged my right wrist and typing one handed with my left hand is tres annoying and time consuming. Hopefully normal service shall return shortly.