Easter Holiday is already ending and I’m not that happy thinking that, as of tomorrow, the alarm clock will have to go off early in the morning again.
So... tell me the Christ has raised and I’ll believe that without having to witness it. Tell me any of the following, and I’ll believe it too:
- Daphne will win a 2008 Bloggy Award;
- Marianne will invite us gels to her hen party by next year or so;
- Zoe will see a third satellite dish landing on her roof;
- Quarsan will have a shed in the garden;
- Goth Master will marry Mariposa;
- Drama Queen will keep her promise and make it to the next blog do;
- Lynx will eventually find a suitable gravatar pic and start his own blog;
- I can sometimes be called a Doubting Thomas;
- Pigs can fly (damn easy, you just shove’em on a plane).
This was a splendid very long week-end: relaxation, blogging, church crawl as JJ cleverly put it; picture hunting 'n' all that with Zoe and her Twat of a boyfriend, and meeting up with a lovely friend and former colleague on Sunday afternoon. Rendez-vous à la grecque, that is, meaning I was at least twenty minutes late (blame the blogging addiction, posting on Mannekin Pics took longer than planned). On the other hand, fate must have intervened in my being late, otherwise, ‘Scoop’ wouldn’t be the title of this entry.
Scoop dans tous les sens du terme, as Tippler will agree with me. There is the journo scoop and the other kind of scoop, which is not at all irrelevant here. There are several details I’m dying to tell but I’m sure he will highly appreciate my shutting up on this part of the matter.
On that divine sunny day (Easter Sunday, remember?), I saw Tippler and Laura walking on the Boulevard...
On that divine sunny day (Easter Sunday, remember?), I saw Tippler and Laura walking on the Boulevard...
On that divine sunny day (Easter Sunday, remember?), I saw Tippler and Laura walking on the Boulevard...
Right, you read well, and three times should be enough now. Yes, yes, yes, I saw Laura with my own eyes... You can take Saint-Thomas’ word for it, Laura is not a figment of Tippler’s imagination, she is a real person and a gorgeous woman too, may I add. The very same all regular readers had the opportunity to see, before she was “Italianised” (cf. Venus).
I know Tippler has a great sense of humour, I know we haven’t seen the last of his shenanigans yet, I know he is a fine lad, I know he is extremely kind and friendly, I know all that BUT.... what I don’t know, what I really don’t know is how he managed to pull such a lovely lady. He cheerfully said hello to me and my friend (there you go, yet another witness), smiling from ear to ear, probably because he knows there are times I just can’t shut up and would certainly write a scoop for you to read.
So there you are, Brussels posse and beyond, paranoia has not been kicking Tippler but some of us. So please forgive me, for I, the Greek Didymus, have doubted Thy Word...
This being said, trust and sanity restored, let’s go back to my rendezvous with my Belgian former colleague now working in France. Going to the cinema was originally planned, but the weather was so delightful that she suggested we wander downtown instead, enabling me to take several nice pictures, by the way.
D and I sat at Dandoy’s where we washed down our crêpes Mikado with two laits russes, talking and talking and talking... We had not seen each other for months and had a lot to tell, although we had been emailing and chatting over the phone from time to time.
Several kilometres and a couple of hours later, our promenade finally led us in front of Les Feux de Bengale, rue des Eperonniers 69 (this time, karma must have intervened...). I was so glad to finally enter an Indian restaurant for the first time ever. Pretty strange for the curry lover I am, but let’s put it this way, opportunity eventually knocks on one’s door, hence a first time for everything. The place was nicely decorated, we were kindly served tasty food and had more chitchat, but also more heart-to-heart, talking about men...
But I’d rather cut this long story short, as we came to the same conclusion and both decided to keep on living in hope. Finally, I told her about my new addictive hobbies (blogging and flickr) and the new friends I have made out of these. So I gather there must be a new reader among us as of today.
D, I am looking forward to seeing you again in the near future, in France hopefully. Meantime, enjoy the reading and the photo stream, and feel free to comment! xxx
19 comments:
Yes. I think I might just fulfil THAT promise. . .
I believe there is a forthcoming eventt?
Yes DQ, there is indeed. Soon. See you then, hopefully.
Promise not to shout at me. . .
Of course not, I won't shout at you for not coming.
I will come. The shouting is just a reference to all the telling offs I seem to be getting this morning.
Is everything ok?
Ola Kala. OK. Everything is fine, am just sleepless. Today's scoop would be "I'm working hard".
ah, so you have finally seen the wonderful Laura aswell. See, I wasn't seeing things, was I ?
Correct Zoe, you were not seeing things, but as a doubting Thomas, I had to see for myself.
As an interested onlooker may I venture that I am desolee (can't do accents) that you didn't snap Tippler and the famous Laura. What were you thinking of? He could always have confiscated it if he felt camera shy:)
I only flew in a plane.........
Don´t tell me the weather is good there because it´s crap here in Majorca
Pat, I had just met my friend a couple of minutes earlier and had not yet taken my camera out. Damn... I did miss a fantastic snap and am sorry too, I would have had a preuve à l'appui.
Kissme, I also flew to Mallorca two or three years ago. Our skies here are grey and blue, weird weather. At least it isn't raining. Yet. If you are still there, I suggest you rent a car and trip around the island, there are lovely things to visit, which you will enjoy, even if the weather is crap.
Mariposas quote "Well, we'll see if we can make it happen then" - yikes
Goth Master, the will is certainly there, so you will find the way too.
Well, erm, yes, erm, well.
Indeed, 'twas me and the Divine Miss L.
Tippler, how kind of you to confirm I wasn't seeing things.
Hope you appreciated I didn't tell anything about that scoop... of ice-cream on your T-shirt.
Oh sh*t, I just did.
I still don't believe it until I see her next Thursday. I think she definitely qualifies as a blogger, the amount we've heard from her over at T's.
I often have hen nights. I am expert at organising them. They're just never mine.
Just re-read your post, Minky.
Quote: "I know all that BUT.... what I don’t know, what I really don’t know is how he managed to pull such a lovely lady."
Now - rather than take offence, which I easily could - I must tell you something else you don't know: namely, that the boy Tippler actually has a certain set of standards.
Well, normally.
Except in very rare cases - most notably between my last 'proper' girlfriend going back to the US some time ago and me setting up with L, (during which time there were four different girls that I had no desire to 'go out' with) - ALL the women I date are as lovely as Laura.
Such prettiness is a prerequisite, I'm afraid. That probably makes me a bit shallow - but what the fuck.
I mean, bottom line, a shag's a shag. But a girlfriend, well, that's different.
The rules are somewhat more rigorous.
Hope that clears things up. x
Yet another Doubting Thomas... but I understand that oh so well. Sometimes, we need to see to believe. Marianne, chaque chose en son temps, et tôt ou tard, ton tour viendra certainement.
Shame on you, Tippler boy, four or five at the same time?! That certainly clears things up on how shallow you can be...
No, one at a time, dear.
Turns out I'm getting older...
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