Christian’s cure
Watching me cough and wince in pain inspired him to mix me some soy milk, whisky and ice cubes (and call me ‘Boozy’ as I am sipping it). I am noticing a few things as I am drinking my Talisker and Bonsoy:
- I feel like kissing my dog Mira on her little nose and cheeks, more than usual.
- I am finding Conan O’Brien mildly frightening.
- I cannot talk because I am in too much pain, but I strangely don’t seem to care and am able to rely on facial expressions and shrugs.
- I like drinking whisky – I don’t feel tipsy, I feel like a seasoned and disillusioned writer or sailor.
More please.
I don’t meet expectations
A few years back I was having a conversation with a gallery owner and a photographer. The photographer asked me a question (what it was I can’t remember) and it lead to telling him I was French. Pause – then:
‘I wouldn’t have guessed you were French. You don’t look like a typical French person.’
Gallery owner jumps in: ‘Were you expecting someone from ‘Allo Allo‘ instead?’
Photographer admits: ‘Yes.’
Really? English actors doing their best exaggerated French accents, dressed in bérets and trench coats with ankle socks and little shoes? Is that what people really imagine the French look (and sound) like?
By the way, Allo Allo is now one of my favourite shows. And to think someone has it as a mental reference for my people – hilarious.
(Image is from here).
Need fixing
A little piece broke off from my right ‘all-the-way-to-the-back tooth’ yesterday*. Instead of doing the sensible thing and booking a dentist appointment, I’m considering getting my hair done this week instead. I know, I have my priorities straight.
*À la Liz Lemon spitting out a whole tooth in 30 Rock. Except, I ate the little piece right along with the carrot I was chomping on, wondering why it tasted a bit sandy.
The truth about violence
We are watching a documentary about the nature of violence on SBS which is both uncomfortable and fascinating. During one of the commercial breaks, we tried to annoy each other by pulling on each other’s hair and ear lobes. But instead of pushing each other’s buttons, it made us giggle and kiss. We’re pathetic.
It’s Maggie Sherlock!

I love the Simpsons. So so so much.
(Title is a quote from the episode, if my memory serves me).
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