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Post by Dirty Dragon on Nov 7, 2010 2:44:50 GMT
I am just checking in to prove that I have not perished from ennui in the last few months.
Life in France is boring, but my better half tends to make it pleasant enough for me to endure both the obnoxious French culture and the horrible food it has produced.
I'm holed up with Dame Freya in a small flat located in the center of the Rhone-Alps, not far from the citadel of Miolans, where the Marquis de Sade was forced to cool his heels for a time in a miserable dungeon.
Very little seems to happen here in France. Work is seldom done. The French tend to either go on holiday or on strike at the slightest provocation. Shops are frequently and inexplicably closed. Trains cease to run at the drop of a hat.
I've taken up pipe collecting as a hobby, and I have a number of good briars and meerschaums. I smoke them occasionally, when the weather isn't pouring down rain. I've found that smoking makes France smell a bit less disgusting.
Dame is doing well. She would probably even say hello to you all, if I could convince her to stop playing Bioshock for a few minutes.
In general, life is good but quite boring here.
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Post by Declan Tribal on Nov 9, 2010 12:56:33 GMT
Sounds waaaay too much like the UK.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2010 15:48:06 GMT
Except trains mostly run and give you at least weeks notice for when they strike, but sometimes they don't strike and you're sitting watching the train website thinking PLS DON'T STRIKE TODAY I NEED TO GO TO LAAANDAAN and they're like LOLSTRIKE and it's like....well damn.
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Post by Dirty Dragon on Nov 9, 2010 22:59:09 GMT
Just a few days ago, when the latest round of strikes had finally simmered down and the trains of the SNCF and TER seemed to be running again, I went to the gare in Saint Pierre d'Albigny whilst under the illusion that I might actually be able to use the train to get to my French classes in Albertville.
Unfortunately, the train that day had decided to break down in Montmelian, the stop on that particular line that is just before mine.
Typical.
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