So that Indy character I've been referring to as of late has naively invited me to his French abode for the weekend. Whaattt? It's make or break time folks. Let's take a leap of faith from the lion's mouth (as Harrison would say)... or just board the plane and hope it lands on foreign soil (preferrably in Marseille, France but who are we to be choosy?)Here's a French tune to set the mood; one for those who employ fist-pumping as their mode of dance and one that comes highly recommended by Mama Sue who has enlightened me that the lyrics depict the story of a drunk man who fails to remember his female companion's name from the beginning through the end of their encounter. I guess it doesn't hurt to set the bar low, right??
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Thanks to the owner of this blog. Ive enjoyed reading this topic.
Hey! It's that "Indy character" here, yep, the one with the supposed alcohol and name recollection problem... mmm. surely after 20 something years of being with the same name, varying your name is a bit of fun.
Anyway, I'm off to see the lawyers to get your blog checked for slander and libel. SEE you on Friday, hopefully in Marseille, if we get the UPS addressed right. A plus tard!
ps. Having taken the piss above - I have to add that I'm 'honoured' to be mentioned in your great blog! (oh, and for your visit too)
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