Captain, find me a wee creek to get off on, I'm seasick

[Vraititi<P>PSG till I die -fluctuat nec mergitur.<P>]

AS: Apologies for this rambling post, apol. as well for the French thrown in for good measure, but as it's my last posting ever I'm sure you'll forgive me.

First things 1st, thanks to Tresco and Admin Maestro for kind PM's. James, to answer yr PM, won't be necessary mate, read on, you'll see why.

I often compare in my head this LF forum to a cruise-liner trailblazing through the Web oceans, don't ask me why, I just do. Suppose it's more exciting than being on the Tube all of us together, standing cheek-by-armpits, going round on the Circular line all flipping day. Maybe also because I'd have loved to be a modern Captain Haddock, if only to swear at all hours in 5 languages at Tintin and his cretinous mutt. Bit of a Love boat then, with Isaac serving his cocktails de fillette on Top Deck, Captain James at the helm, the rest of us either unwinding in our posh cabins, poking our heads out in turns, milling around in the casino exchanging pleasantries or sunbathing topless on the many open-air decks. With only the occasional guest from time to time requesting urgent visits on Terra Firma (when the going gets tough that is, or to get a bit of space), life on board is indeed harmony incarnate, with an edge at times, but nobody minds. There's a Parisian bar as well, bit louche has to be said, 9th level below deck, between the engine-rooms and the giant boilers. Not a very cosy place to spend your time in. Cold place, welcoming but bleudy cold. Has no name, but nice landlady, a bit of a speakeasy in truth where the speaking is everything but easy for the noise. Rarely visited of course, cheap 'goutte' and only one cocktail: Pastis and Water. I like the music there, well, I've chosen it so I'd be a right cretin not to like it (still, that seems well w/i my possibilities), a bit of Renaud, always the same song though in a loop, 'Amoureux de Paname', a bit of Lavilliers, 'Promenade des Anglais', a bit of Thiéfaine, Léo Ferré, that sort of things. That's where I am to be found most of the time these days. It's become a bit of a depressing place. Entirely of my own making, I am the first one to joke about it with the lost souls who mistakingly venture down there. Trouble is, I'm now seriously 'gonfler la taulière' ('getting on the landlady's tits'), I can tell, and not just her. I prop up the zinc silently for hours or suddenly for no reasons will ramble and rabbit on and on and on and on w/o making much sense. I've managed to put the only 2 other regulars off and frankly, I'm starting to get on me own tits as well, grave. On a bad day, I've even been known to vomit directly into me own marine jumper sleeves, not a pretty sight. Am getting seriously seasick. I'm just not well enough mentally to resurface and socialise like everybody else, and I hate pretending. I need to get off the ship for good.

C'est con la vie quand même, a 17 ans, tu fais la 'révolution', t'y crois dur comme fer puis rien, ou pas grand chose. Bercé d'illusions, tu t'es finalement fait berner par ces mêmes illusions. Les études finies, tu pars a l'aventure, fais le tour du monde, pensant que la vie commence vraiment, pis tu r'viens un peu décu. Tu penses: 'putain, y'a tellement de misère ds le monde ! Puis 2 ans + tard, tu repars parce que t'as toujours la bougeotte, mais bon pas loin cette fois, de l'autre coté de la Manche, mais c'est qd même l'aventure ds ta tete. Ça marche pas trop, un peu la galère mais bon tu t'accroches. Pis un jour, tu rencontres une belle p'tite dam'zelle, tout va bien ! Tu t' maries même, t'as un beau gamin, la belle vie quoi. Un jour, a 35 ans, tu rentres du boulot, coup de fil, on t'apprend que ta femme et ton gamin se sont fait éclater ds un accident de bagnole. Tu t'en remets jamais vraiment. T'essayes, tu t'accroches, tu r'fais surface, pis t'as 2 ou 3 'health scares' des familles. Là tu sais que t'auras plus jms de gamin. Tu ralentis, puis tu repars, doucement d'abord puis ensuite, tu sors, beaucoup, c'est reparti, comme en 40 ! Un jour tu rencontres une qqu'une sympa, un peu par hasard. Ça remarche ! Pis, un beau jour, t'apprends qu'elle te fais cocu avec ton meilleur pote. Et ouais, c'est con qd même, juste au moment ou tu pensais y etre arrivé ! Pis c'est le trou noir pendant X années. Que du classique quoi, mid-life crisis, depression, bref, c'est pas la joie ! Pis, par hasard, au gré des rencontres ('serendipity'), ça repart. Pis ça dérape. Encore une séparation à l'horizon. Le bon Sisyphe de base quoi. Un jour, y'a 8 jours en fait, tu reviens chez toi a Paris, pis tu t'apercois que ca a tellement changé, tes vieux potes de déroute calanchent les uns apres les autres, etc. c'est devenu tellement cher que tu t'rends compte que tu peux meme plus esperer revenir habiter la ou tu voulais. Et ouais, t'as trop fait le con mon vieux, fallait pas claquer ton oseille en frivolités, fallait économiser Ducon ! Et pis, par hasard, tu discutes avec un vieux pote qu'est moins con que toi: 'Well, Vraititi, can't afford Paris ? Well, not cut out for French provincial life ? Well, you can thank God for the 'new' EU countries mate, why don't you try that option out ?' he jokes. 'Actually Andy, you're right, why not give it a go ?'. Looks like I'll be handing in my notice soon (not on a permanent contract thankfully). Life goes on. It has to.

PS: Please Captain James, find me a little creek to get off on. It's been great but too seasick to carry on I'm afraid, sorry and thanks again.

P.P.S: And de-activate my Registration, de-register me, neuter my PM, send Vraititi into the ether. Please, no PM's, thanks. Happy cruising.

[Christine Animal]

Can't PM you then, so just to say you still have some friends

my email [email protected]

 

I don't know what has been going on behind, but there is a malaise on here, so I'm going too.

[Tony F Dordogne]

Sad that you're both going.  I know what you mean, arguments for the apparent sake of it, when some people post just waiting for the response from the permenant sparring partners that take the thread away from the subject and, as mentioned on other threads, seems to be the same people attacked and attacking all the time.

Come on admin, get a grip of this - I dropped off this Forum some time ago because of this and came back about 6 months ago and hey ho, we seem to be starting it all again.

[Miki]

Vraititi,

Come on, a PSG supporter spitting out his dummy, never heard of that before, I must tell friends in Marseilles of this !!

I cannot find the post that has so upset you ? You, especially being French must know that these things can happen and straight forward talking (truthful or not !!) is one of the French ways (I am having to say it like this as I really cannot find the post that has triggered anything off) and as for you Mrs A, I can't see why you are leaving, vrai will be back, he is just waiting for the day his lads can beat Chelsea!, it might be a long while but when it happens, he will be back whooping and hollering and giving me some stick.

What about Pires, will he now only be remembered for his folly and not his good stuff, remind you of someone ??

As DelBoy would say, this is not good bye, simply, bonjour

[Ron Avery]

[quote]Sad that you're both going. I know what you mean, arguments for the apparent sake of it, when some people post just waiting for the response from the permenant sparring partners that take the thread ...[/quote]

Tony

"Admin get a grip?"  Get a grip of what?  There is one on-going spat on here that I can see and if the wind up merchant gave his SIRET number or shut up that would die a death

If the PSG is so upset by someone making a joke about his sign in name, a joke that 90% of the people on here read, understood and moved on, talk about self inflicted wounds, the man needs to take his pram and his dummy and move to Belguim and get a humour transplant

I do not read all the posts, only those that interest me in areas that I can contribute to and apart from the above I have not detected much going on that would cause offence to anybody and certainly not these two, so if they want to go  .... goodbye

[Tresco]

Vraitit, the whole 'cruise liner' metaphor is part of the problem. Too insulated by far.

Did the great Villeneuve suffer from sea sickness? Yes, and so did Nelson, after any length of time on land. Did they get off the ships, like some blue-ar*ed loblolly boys? No, they adjusted. And when a storm came up at night, the great Admirals were tied into their hammocks with seven equally spaced winds of strapping-just like the rest of the lads.

Now, you booby-nosed swabs, enough of this lubber talk

ps, no PM's means no naval insults for you, matey!

[Russethouse]

I am sorry you two feel you have to go, however as I have asked Vraititi both on forum and by PM for the location of the offending post and it has not been forthcoming, what can we do ?

While you may be able to scoot to it in a second, for me and others who are not 'in the know' it means trawling through 2 weeks posts looking for this remark,(take a look at French Culture to see just what a task that would be). To reach the post to delete it, mods have to use a different system where posts are reached in post order (not sorted in subjects)day by day, previous experience has shown that after a certain number of posts we simply cannot go further (Will the Conq and I both have experience of dedicating long hours to this)

James is sometimes able to help or the original poster can 'edit' but frankly as already posted in the Food & drink section, Alexis has more pressing things on her mind at present. We know this is a shortcoming in this system, but that is no help!

Its just an unfortunate combination of circumstances, in naval terms, a choppy squall, that has lead to this with a lot of 'ifs' in the equation.

I would love to be more helpful, but really it is a two way street, I have to know where the offending post is first and until I do I cannot do anything.

[Teamedup]

This board is a far tamer beast than ever it was, a mere shadow of it's former self. The passion seems to have gone out of it.

 

My memory of it when I first joined was of the majority of posters wanting to move to France or having just moved to France with a certitude of how France is and that if anyone said anything different they were mischief makers. In fact what the mischief makers said could not possibly be true in any way because they knew better. And anyway even if the mischief makers lived in France, they 'obviously' did not know what a hell hole the UK had turned into, which also invalidated anything bad said about France............ because bad things in France could not be as bad as bad things in the UK........so there, sort of thing! But saying this the passion was there never the less. And I am rather fond of passion.

 

VTT is obviously a remarkable man, what a superb linguist and whit, which says much of the man after reading about his life, loss and deception, really saddened me.

So VTT may just au revoir, hein!

And CA, what will Furry Knickers do without you ? I don't think that you have thought this move out properly.

 

 

 

 

[The Riff-Raff Element]

To an extent I can see VT's point, and Tony's. Internet forums, and human intercourse in general, are characterised by bigotry, hidden agendas, jealousy, bitterness, little "clubs" and the worst sort of juvenile office politics, made all the easier since the protagonists can, if they so choose, remain anonymous. Still, life needs to have texture, and occasionally someone posts something useful or interesting.

I enjoyed VT's posts, even if he was PSG. Ira furor brevis est, and all that, so he may well be back in a different guise sometime. Hope springs eternal.

[Furry Knickers]

Lovely Mrs Animal can't leave me alone to handle Mrs Tresco

I promise I shall never be a bear again when I go shopping in Tesco

I am just a simple Irish ejit from that County Kildare

So If you leave I will pull out me sausage dogs hair

He keeps on scratching himself and sctratching me Pugs

I noticed today they are crawling with loads of bugs

Mrs Animal who will I turn to when I need creature advice

Like how do I get rid of all of their lice

yesterday I found a young Sparrow with a broken wing

Today he is in Heaven and I can still hear him sing

What about the Giraffe you were going to help me find

You can't let me down, you are much too kind

I have sold me little house in Wyre Piddle

I will finish this later because I need a widdle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Christine Animal]

Cher FK I shall always keep your poem

You know how to reach my côté bohème

You silly old blarney idjet

Now you’ve got me in a fidget

If you need me I’ll always be there

Just have to show me a bit of old dog hair

But a good friend has just left in despair

And now I can’t find him anywhere

Because of this I feel very sad

But you are still there for which I am glad

Can’t be happy ‘till I know he’s OK

But thanks Dear Friend for asking me out to play.

 

[Alcazar]

OK: poetry? And a nautical theme?

"The boy stood on the burning deck,

His Knees were all a-quiver.

He gave a cough,

His leg fell off,

And floated down the river."

 

Sorry, I'll get me coat..............but isn't humour an insulator against depression? Or nasty people?

Alcazar

[Christine Animal]

thanks Alcazar

... if only it could get that silly old goat

to get his feet back on the boat

cher Vraititi, tu n'as rien compris

si tu pouvais donner signe de vie

 

[Tourangelle]

WHAT are you all on. And indeed on about???

[Dick Smith]

"WHAT are you all on. And indeed on about???"

Quite - what's going on here? I feel I am going through a wardrobe into the world of woo-woo.

[Miki]

Wrong door Dick, take the next one, marked "La-La"...

vraititi threw a wobbly as he was insulted, no one can find the insult after it went in the wardrobe and then he slung his dummy out the ring and CA was gonna follow but withdrew when FA wrote a poem and then "ga ga" broke out................. maybe vraititi had it right, that being the case, I'm off back to the wardrobe............

[Christine Animal]

She's gone now, got off at Tanger.  Mind the mothballs...

[Miki]

Couldn't have done, the 20.02 wardrobe don't stop at Tanger

[Furry Knickers]

That was the first poem anyone ever wrote for me! Thanks Mrs Animal, I shall keep it for ever!

I hope you missed the boat to Tanger, and are still here with all the creatures! What ever happened to little Vera and Vodka?

If you click me cmzoo link now you will see a good few Giraffes knocking about, there was one looking straight at the camera a minute ago. He has gorgeous eye lashes!

Mrs Animal, Is this not sad and beautiful at the same time?

[Miki]

"..Mrs Animal, Is this not sad and beautiful at the same time?"

If I was a betting man, I think my money would be on the first 6 words

[Dick Smith]

But you ARE a betting man - oh, I see...

[Miki]

....and I picked up my returns at the PMU this morning, Dick

[Furry Knickers]

Me favouritest bird in the whole wild world is the Hummingbird, here is a lovely one on a hand of a person that loves them too.

I never knew blokes got that PMU like the poor women do! are you on HRT Mr Miki? It could be that you are too much in touch with your femine side and your productions of testosterones are diminished. Be careful with that HRT as too much can result in you having to wear a bra. Old Mr Dick has no probs in that department, he is all man!

The Giraffes are out soon,  have a look at them.

 

[Miki]

Mmmm, think I'll let the winnings roll over, could be on to a good thing here

[Russethouse]

FK, Please take a moment to look at

http://forums.livingfrance.com/shwmessage.aspx?ForumID=307&MessageID=216954.

about loading pics so that they show up. Little red crosses are very pretty but I'm sure not as interesting as the picture you want us to see.