Someone told me today that this blog makes not just an interesting read but is the lightener of the day for that person. I'm intensely gratified and shall endeavour to make it as entertaining as possible. Thank you that person. The rest of you as Sapru (Shantanu for ye less informed) eloquently says, butt out.
The French it seems never can stay out of trouble. Or be put in significant quantities of it at any given point of time. Well what can one expect from a nation that has a phallic symbol (thank you Dan Brown, this is the only bit of interesting information I learnt from your works) as it's national treasure and also had its epitome of beauty for the year 2000 pose in nude a few months later. I'm not complaining Laetitia Casta is a beautiful woman and we (at risk of much flak) appreciate beauty. The French conservatives (an apparently small yet powerful bunch) didn't as much I'm afraid and thus Casta was stripped. Or she stripped and then was stripped.
After the Zidane controversy a little probing into French sport (no it's surprisingly not horsing around) threw up some interesting information on Amelie (like the movie) Mauresmo. Turns out that she's lesbian (or perhaps I just found out). It would have been obvious I thought. She's built like Nadal minus the steroids, plays a scary game and when she thrashed cute little Martina (Hingis, not Navratilova thought the thought of Mauresmo thrashing Navratilova could be the story line of a kinky movie beyond compare), little Martina went screaming to the press. Not fair to play me against a "half man" etc... And rumor has it that Amelie was suspected of being a-male-y and then proved innocent of the crime.
But she's cute. Amelie not Hingis. Actually Hingis too, but the truth, on which this post hinges, is that Mauresmo is a lesbian. And she came out shortly after that fateful tournament, and then went on in leaps and bounds to win Wimbledon. Interestingly unlike what happened with the elder Martina, the sports companies continued to sponsor the woman. The world is changing.
So much for Mauresmo, she's now broken up with her club owner girlfriend, life partner, whatchamacallit and is not quiet about her relationships. I wonder why. Considering there are semi-nude paparazzi shots of her and the significant other paddling (not each other) a canoe down some white water.
Jokes about the French continue... Somebody's written a song called Coup de Boule (French for head butt, apparently) and soon plans to have it translated in to Spanish and English. Not Italian, not till the wounds heal. Some Caribbean zouk influenced tune.
Have decided not to post any music reviews for sometime for fear of critics on the critique. Or vice versa as the case may be.
Next up, perhaps a take on fake livestrong bands.
And some shut your engines off and red lights advert has Dream Theater as the jingle.
And still wondering which movie keeps referring to Nina Simone...
The French it seems never can stay out of trouble. Or be put in significant quantities of it at any given point of time. Well what can one expect from a nation that has a phallic symbol (thank you Dan Brown, this is the only bit of interesting information I learnt from your works) as it's national treasure and also had its epitome of beauty for the year 2000 pose in nude a few months later. I'm not complaining Laetitia Casta is a beautiful woman and we (at risk of much flak) appreciate beauty. The French conservatives (an apparently small yet powerful bunch) didn't as much I'm afraid and thus Casta was stripped. Or she stripped and then was stripped.
After the Zidane controversy a little probing into French sport (no it's surprisingly not horsing around) threw up some interesting information on Amelie (like the movie) Mauresmo. Turns out that she's lesbian (or perhaps I just found out). It would have been obvious I thought. She's built like Nadal minus the steroids, plays a scary game and when she thrashed cute little Martina (Hingis, not Navratilova thought the thought of Mauresmo thrashing Navratilova could be the story line of a kinky movie beyond compare), little Martina went screaming to the press. Not fair to play me against a "half man" etc... And rumor has it that Amelie was suspected of being a-male-y and then proved innocent of the crime.
But she's cute. Amelie not Hingis. Actually Hingis too, but the truth, on which this post hinges, is that Mauresmo is a lesbian. And she came out shortly after that fateful tournament, and then went on in leaps and bounds to win Wimbledon. Interestingly unlike what happened with the elder Martina, the sports companies continued to sponsor the woman. The world is changing.
So much for Mauresmo, she's now broken up with her club owner girlfriend, life partner, whatchamacallit and is not quiet about her relationships. I wonder why. Considering there are semi-nude paparazzi shots of her and the significant other paddling (not each other) a canoe down some white water.
Jokes about the French continue... Somebody's written a song called Coup de Boule (French for head butt, apparently) and soon plans to have it translated in to Spanish and English. Not Italian, not till the wounds heal. Some Caribbean zouk influenced tune.
Have decided not to post any music reviews for sometime for fear of critics on the critique. Or vice versa as the case may be.
Next up, perhaps a take on fake livestrong bands.
And some shut your engines off and red lights advert has Dream Theater as the jingle.
And still wondering which movie keeps referring to Nina Simone...
