Quite simply I am re-booting my blogging, even though it was never quite up to the standards of that of the Lb's and J's, to express how supremely dull my life in Paris is.
Okok I DO live in an incredably beautiful city which is just brimming with culture and protentiousness ... but it's quite evident at the moment (nearing to valentines day) that Paris is the worst city to be in single and ahem alone. I feel like this particular persona of Paris being the "city of love" is taunting the two singles of Chez TacTac and being made worse [lot's worse] by the lovey dovey, sexually active GAYS of TacTac - the new "power couple" of ULIP. Faced with multiple horrors like romantic baths in our shared bathroom and blatent heavy petting I have been forced to spend much more time out of the house and much more time at THE FROG! Slowly but surely spending more and more money on alcohol which will, I suppose, eventually lead to the evident alcoholism that will be the rest of my life.
I embrace it!
And GAYS.
Please fellows don't believe I'm a homophobe ... I live with two ridiculously in love homosexual men, whom I love to pieces. However I do find that this love - not directed at me, is going to my head a little bit. Suffised to say I've started listening to Jesse McCartney and watching The Proposal. I've also noticed a notable change in the attitude of the one and only Bladers, who, if possible, how become MORE synical!
Anyway enough about the tics and tacs of Chez TacTac, the real reason I blogged was to express my feelings about "le tecktonik" ... the dance described in myths and legends as the ONLY way french boys like to dance.
Quite simply not at all true. Having been here for a year and a half I have failed to see this dance NOT EVEN ONCE.
I dare anyone to provide proof that this dance does actually exists in modern day parisian society.
Not even at my mexican party was there any sign of the faibled tecktonik ... I was even (dare I say it) glad when the POPO turned up and told me to turn off the music as we were disturbing the neighbours. Glad that I wouldn't have to watch any more feeble attempts at badass british boy dancing by these frenchies!
PFFTT
IS THERE ANY POINT IN LIVING WITHOUT LE TECKTONIK?
disgruntled. hbizz
