petite anglaise

December 2, 2005

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Filed under: good time girl — bipolarinparis @ 2:37 pm

The afternoon stretches interminably ahead of me, twice as long as usual, a piece of elastic pulled taut. I gaze blankly out of the window, barely registering the mass of pale grey clouds rushing past. There is a vague ache in my temples, and for some reason my fingers are stiff and painful when I type.

A flashback to a kitchen in Vincennes this morning, around 1 am. I am tackling a mountain of washing up with with a surprising amount of (admittedly alcohol-fuelled) enthusiasm. My friend has nipped across the road (wearing a green paper crown from a Christmas cracker) to heat up a Christmas pudding in her neighbour’s microwave. The other guests are watching an Alan Partridge Christmas DVD.

It doesn’t get much more festive than this.

The only thing which puzzles me slightly about the snapshot still I can see in my mind’s eye is that I seem to be wearing a gauzy turquoise pair of skirtpants on my head.

Skirtpants: item of seriously negligent underwear consisting of a virtually non-existent g-string attached to a transparent mini-skirt, with dangly ribbony bits at the sides. Falls into the category of underwear which is not actually intended to be worn under anything. Nor for very long, if all goes according to plan.

Unless, of course you are wearing them on your head, whilst fully clothed, and washing up, and they are not even your skirtpants in the first place.

I can’t quite recollect how they got there. But I do vaguely recollect the glare of a flashbulb or two.

Oh dear.

17 Comments

  1. Ahh so we’re entering the long dark teatime of the soul and have potential blackmail photos to worry about. Obviously a good party last night then

    Comment by Francis — December 2, 2005 @ 2:59 pm

  2. If that wasn’t my dream, it should have been.

    Comment by Richard — December 2, 2005 @ 3:18 pm

  3. I’d second Richard on that, but on your head? Hopefully the lingering photographer will pop up with some tidbits for us.
    Arsineo Hall once discussed how to shop for a tasty article for his girlfriend. Instead of having her try it on he balls it up and throws it on the floor, saying ‘that’s where it’s going to be fairly quickly anyway’.

    Comment by joeinvegas — December 2, 2005 @ 3:28 pm

  4. Salut fellow Parisien, though clearly you live in the campagne like me, but on the other side. Well at least you had guests round and were partying on a Thursday night, alors, ta vie doit etre bien.

    Comment by Andre — December 2, 2005 @ 3:45 pm

  5. i’ve been lurking for months and have wanted to comment on many a post, but i just clicked over to your updated “about” section, and i just had to say that i would be remiss if i did not tell you that your new photo is absolutely lovely!

    that is all and thanks for writing!

    Comment by bianca — December 2, 2005 @ 4:08 pm

  6. Sounds like your average squaddie party to me (minus the washing up that is)!

    Comment by Universal Soldier — December 2, 2005 @ 5:17 pm

  7. I didn’t know squaddies wore skirtpants? I imagined a more y-fronted look, like Blackadder WW1……..

    Comment by Hazy — December 2, 2005 @ 5:22 pm

  8. Hmm, sounds like many a student night… Fortunately when I was a student, digital cameras weren’t around yet so embarassing pohotos were harder to circulate!

    Comment by m — December 2, 2005 @ 5:25 pm

  9. i’ve just started reading your blog. and i love it.

    Comment by haniff — December 3, 2005 @ 12:29 am

  10. I do hope for your sake that the skirtpants were freshly laundered and not recently worn.:o

    Reminds me of the time I licked a colleagues bellybutton in a Glasgow nightclub, “because I couldn’t afford a kebab”. The memory came back at about 10.30 the next morning, and the shame has never left me. The proof-I had to go and live in France where nobody who was present at that particular soirée is likely to find me and reminisce. Denial is a wonderful thing, eh?

    Comment by suziboo — December 3, 2005 @ 1:19 pm

  11. JoeinVegas: is that “lingering” photographer, or “lingerie” photographer? Seems either would be appropriate in this situation.

    Petite, sounds like the holiday partying in France gets off to a really early start! Sounds like you enjoyed yourself and that’s the main point. Just think of the photos of something you’ll have to explain to the public if you ever decide to go into politics.

    Comment by The Bold Soul — December 3, 2005 @ 2:11 pm

  12. i think your blog has lost a bit of its ‘je ne sais quoi’ recemment, plus une mentalite anglaise, que francaise….dommage

    Comment by claire — December 3, 2005 @ 8:44 pm

  13. Seriously negligent pants can never be held responsible for the trouble they cause!

    Comment by miss tickle — December 4, 2005 @ 1:41 am

  14. At least you can remember the scene – remembering anything about it is *good*.

    Wouldn’t the world be a much more boring place if girls didn’t wear skirt-pants on their head at least once in a while?

    Comment by Wellybog — December 4, 2005 @ 1:19 pm

  15. No really related to post, but many thanks to Helen in Beautiful Bath for the ideas! Also, nice memories of Bath came flooding back…JACT Latin Summer School; I was a WILD teenager!
    Am off to Ebay for Brio and Playmobil.
    Ta!

    Comment by Lucy-Jane in Rennes — December 4, 2005 @ 11:24 pm

  16. Hi, I just discovered your blog yesterday. I love it, well done sweetie! Your writing style is coooool. My other half has a blog, the address is above. I will tune into yours everyday :) Keep up the good work!

    Comment by Kels — December 5, 2005 @ 12:12 am

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    Comment by Alaska — December 5, 2005 @ 9:17 am


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