vendredi 6 février 2009

Hey Britney!

Ok, so it's not hey Britney!, but hey Brittany! Similar, but not quite the same thing.

Brittany is wild, detached from everyday life, a bit redneck and tends to smell of the sea in hot weather. And Britney is....hmm. More similar than I thought.

So, as I sit here this morning, I'm thinking how it seems that life goes in cycles. How, people that I know or meet have something in common and how that something keeps coming up, over and over again.

For example, for a while in the 90's I was surrounded by gemini's. Everywhere I turned there'd be someone born under the sign of the twins.

Now despite what the folks over at 'Astrology Fun' have to say -

"This is a great match and fun for both parties. Gemini’s roving eye doesn’t bother confident Leo. However, Leo probably wants more adoration than Gemini is willing to give. Both love to laugh and cause sparks in the bedroom"

- this was never a good match for me. The sparks were never in the bedroom, trust me.

After the gemini's came the Americans.

For a long time, everyone I knew (myself included) was dating an American, working for an American or moving to America. And this is in the UK, where there are surprisingly fewer Americans than you'd think - it's not the 51st state just yet, you know.

Once the American's quit town, it became Toyotas. You know - the cars.

I couldn't go on a date with someone without them turning up in a Toyota. A rental car would always turn out to be a Toyota. If I ordered a taxi, it'd be a Toyota. My best friend got a new company car - yep, you guessed it....

And then, the last couple of weeks, it seems that my world has been invaded by Bretons.

Reader, the lovely folk from Brittany have truly taken over Tbnilsville. Be afraid.

I've spoken with random men in bars this week (as you do) and most have been from Brittany. Benodet, Plougastel, Perros Guirec, Guingamp and Fouesnant. To name but a few. It's kind of funny, but also kind of weird. Even the guy from the toilets - who lives in Montréal - was a Breton originally.

And the stalker? From Vannes.

Last night, I was minding my own business, sat on a bar stool waiting for my friends to arrive when someone approached me from the side and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself. I had to do that". Said a very handsome, if a little late-forties Frenchman. He had a stubbly face, which made for quite a pleasant surprise peck on the cheek.

"Well, erm, thanks?" Said I.

"Are you French?" he asked. I told him no. I'm English, I said.

Politeness then demands that I ask where he is from.

"Vous êtes Parisien d'origine?" I asked.

"Non", he answered. "Je suis breton" - I'm from Brittany.

"Of course you are", said I. "Of course you are...."

29 commentaires:

Anthony a dit…

Benodet, Plougastel, Perros Guirec, Guingamp and Fouesnant .... they are names? They sound more like medical conditions.

And what do you mean 'even the guy from the toilets .....'? Explain yourself, young man ...

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hey LaTanya!

the toilet boy is here...

http://travellingbutnotinlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-difficult-to-talk-ive-got-my-hands.html

And yes, Breton place names do sound like medical conditions. i've been suffering with my Guipavas for a while now... ;-)

Henry North London a dit…

Send the Geminis over to me I happen to be Aries

As for the Bretons A monty python line comes to mind but I cant remember it

Ksam a dit…

haha, that actually made me laugh out loud. and for some reason, when you said in the last post that the stalker was from SW Bretagne, i just *knew* he was from my town. lol

Daryl a dit…

It could be worse they could be from Flatbush or Canarsie ...

Valleys Mam a dit…

I just love Brittany, we go at least once a year, but I have to say that it seems to have been invaded by teachers from middle England.
Last year we went to a huge Saturday market, and my husband insisted on buying a roast chicken. I hate buying them , they cost a small fortune and i would so prefer the more traditional food on offer. Any way , he bought this huge bird. It was around £15 when I worked out the cost.
It was yuk, all legs and hardly any braset meat , I had a good moan to the madame at our gite.
Didn't she just laugh her French stockings off, ma cherie you ave boughted un coq , not une femme.( something like that anyway)
never again !!!!!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

henry, you can have all the geminis you like - i don't get on with them as a rule!

Ksam - keep an eye out for him...he looks nice enough, but he isn't.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Daryl, or even Poughkeepsie or Schenectady. Not that anything wrong with those places, but they do sound like medical conditions (see Anthony above)

VM - it's not a mistake you make twice....always go for the poule and not the coq, unless of course, a bit of coq is what you are after!!

cb a dit…

Never. Not ONCE in my 30-some odd years has ANY man just walked up and kissed me. Breton or otherwise.

aims a dit…

Oh no. Now you've got me started.

We put a little surprise in my brother's stocking this year.

Cock soup. (not gluten free)

The look on his face was absolutely worth it.

aims a dit…

Sorry sweetie - nothing to do with Brittany - but you do say....

Rob Inukshuk a dit…

Never mind the funny place names....tell more about the kisser???

travelling, but not in love a dit…

CB - I'll have to see what I can do to rectify the situation....

Aims, cock soup? sounds a bit salty to me....

Rob, he was on his way out of the bar. So not much to say really. But it put me in a good mood for the rest of the evening, he he

The Mutant a dit…

Hey Trav... I promise I wil address some of the stuff in your posts later... I really will. But I NEED to know. Where did your profile pic come from?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Hey Mutant...it's from your neck of the woods, the wall next to a furniture shop in Melbourne.....strange, no?

knifepainter a dit…

In a city, it's odd.
Round here everyone knows everyone, and what colour their undies are.

Rural life, not always idylic....

travelling, but not in love a dit…

KP, it's easy to know what colour underwear the guys are wearing here - it's largely on display as their jeans hang low....not that I'm complaining, he he....

Victor a dit…

Oh dear. I'm a Gemini and I own a Toyota.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Victor, at least you're not from Brittany. You're not, are you?

Henry North London a dit…

Victor Je voudrais te connaitre

Henry North London a dit…

I fear that was a bit previous of me

You happen to be 10000 miles away

I need someone a bit closer

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Focus Henry, focus.

alan a dit…

don't fight the signs, I say. Have there been repeat pecks, might we ask?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Alas, Alan, no repeat pecks. But it has been one of those weekends...

wontletlifedefineme a dit…

Hmmm... cute, rough, coastal types? I like.

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Marjolein, me to - I've never knowingly turned down a sailor...he he

Louise a dit…

So is this REALLY something of which to be afraid? It sounds fun to me... if I were male and gay. OK, it sounds like it could be fun for you!

The Mutant a dit…

I thought so... scary. I Photgraphed that wall myself once. I ended up wiping the photo by mistake and when I went back it was gone!!! Just off Swan street in Burnley (or Richmond) right?

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Louise, the potential for lots of fun was there - I'm hoping to bump into him again...

Mutant - not sure where it is in the city...in fact it was mailed to me when I moved to Paris by a friend (a Canberran, eek!) who knows that I'm obsessed with graffiti...