Plenty more frogs across the pond, plenty more fish in the sea, and many ways to get to France and the Cannes Film Festival without any money,friends or a man. Just my imagination and my dreams.
Ok I love France and the French, and can’t wait until the day I am back on French soil and if (or when) I win the lottery - France is were I would go. However for today I am so proud to be British.
We the British don’t have much to be proud of… the country’s broke, crime is high, overflowing with lazy low-life who have no intention in working, and even thou we are the home of football, we’re crap at it. But there is one thing that we can be proud of and celebrate- our Royal Family.
I watched the wedding on television for 12 hours straight today, it was tiring but worth it and as this probably won’t happen again for another 30 years, I didn’t want to miss a thing!
So Good Luck Wills & Kate! And thanks for the day off!
12. Find my own Prince......who owns a French Château.
...Je prefere mon lit! First day back at work after the Easter weekend and I’m so tired. I would of preferred an early night instead of my French lesson, a bad attitude to take but it was just like going to the gym ‘no pain no gain’. There is only one more lesson left before my exam on 10th May. This is when I need Monsieur X the most, to help me revise but I promised him space and that’s what I’m continue to do.
Tonight’s lesson was about hobbies and clothes. I feel so lazy as the only hobbies I replied oui to was ‘Je regarder la television‘ and ‘Je vais au cinema‘, alot of sitting down, no wonder my derriere is so fat. I said non to all but one of the calorie burning activities ‘oui Je vais au gymnase deux fois par semaine.’ Je suis tres paresseux.
What's french for 'I waste so much time wishing I was someone else, somewhere else with somebody else.' I so need to revise instead of feeling sorry for myself, starting tomorrow after (I hope) a good night’s sleep.
Moi? Only 3! Terrible I know, and out of these three only one was in the competition - Biutiful with Javier Bardem - he deserved his Best Actor award and he should of won a few more.
The other Cannes 2010 films I saw was Robin Hood with Russell Crowe and his bizarre accent, I gave it 3 stars out of 5, losing one star for the accent and another for the fast action scenes, I didn’t think they were merde, they just gave me terrible eye strain has I was sitting in the third row. No need to pay extra for 3D just sit close to the screen instead. The third film I saw was Wall Street - Money Never Sleeps 2 out of 5 stars, it lost 2 stars because I feel asleep thought the first Wall Street film the night before so some bits I didn’t get.
There is only one small cinema (that I know of) that shows indie and foreign films in Boredville -The Mac (macarts.co.uk). It’s a hour’s drive away so My Movie Mate and I try and put a little bit of culture into our lives at least once a month but still only managed to watch Biutiful. Here in Boredville there are loads of big multiplex mega screen cinemas which all show the same films - big budget Hollywood ones. Which is good , I love a good action film full of explosions, car chases , blood and gore, or after a crappy day stuck in the office a comedy preferring boys toilet humour like the Hangover and Hall Pass to romantic comedies, because seriously when you’re trying to move on from someone you love watching a rom-com is not the way forward.
Romantic comedy formula:
Ordinary girl (gorgeous fit Hollywood actress wears glasses) meets hot boy.
Hot boy doesn’t notice or like her
She has a make over (removes glasses) and now looks hot.
Hot boy now wants to be with her and they live happy ever after.
Yeah right like that’s going to happen in Boredville, I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and get out there.
I want to be comfortable in my own skin, but after my fitness class this week, comfortable is the last word I would use to describe my body. My legs hurt like hell, no pain no gain is more a English point of view than a European one I think. During this hour of squatting, sit-ups and other forms of torture, my mind started to wonder to the other side of the English Channel again.
More ways to get to Cannes - exercise related. 8.Walk: Calais - Cannes do it for Charity and get sponsored - Everyone’s a winner!! Apart from my feet. 9. Cycle to Cannes : I did find http://www.cycle2cannes.org .....mmmm maybe next year.
Ok I would be lying if I said Frenchmen were not a big factor in my love of France, and I took these comments about me being fat and ugly to heart and after crying in my pillow for a week, I went on a fitness regime. The wrong attitude to take at the time but maybe it was the kick up my fat backside I needed to start taking care of myself and my love of food is stronger than their comments so there was no chance of me developing an eating disorder. Now I work out (and moan about it) and eat healthy (most of the time) for myself not for anyone else.
I begged to differ with these views. Ok He is right with the ugly point but the fat issue - NON! I’m 35, a size 10, I weigh 55kg and I have a Wii-fit body age 27 today (ok couldn’t really believe the Wii - last weekend my Wii- age was 49!) . The past two months have been crazy starting a new job, controlling my feelings for Monsieur X and living on microwave meals for a month while waiting for the new kitchen to be installed. So I have lost 6kgs already and I don’t need to lose anymore weight but toning up would help.
But that will be after this weekend of oeufs en chocolat! lol
My mind is wondering - part 2 10. Actually go to the gym instead of looking at my gym membership card thinking ‘I should go’. So that: 11. I look and feel good so that another Frenchman might invite me to Cannes.
I’m drifting off into bizarre world - give me CHOCOLAT!!! FEED THE MACHINE!!
Merde! L the Festival’s agenda was announced today and rumours of Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt and Jack Black paying la Croisette a visit and with me being an armchair follower this year it driving me crazy!!! Breathe Breathe abit of Yoga and breath again now read the press release .
So what am I missing out on………the God that is Robert D’Niro (and this year’s President of the Jury) , probably Owen Wilson (Midnight in Paris), Antonio Banderas (La Piel Que Habito), Sean Penn (Tree of Life and This Must Be The Place), and one of my favourite actors Kiefer Sutherland (Melancholia) Damm it!!! Sorry I couldn’t resist.
I'm not a Film Critic, just a girl who enjoys watching movies and has itchy feet wanting to guide her to France.
There is no point in me dreaming about spending time in France visiting new areas and learning about the country’s history and culture if I don’t speak the language. I might know my Marseilles from my Miramas and my Cantonas from my Ginolas but it’s not going to help when I need to ask for directions or to start a conversation.
I started a beginners course back in September, every Tuesday night. I’m on lesson 24 and slowly understanding the basics ( my French teacher is very patient). I find it easier to understand the French language by reading and writing than speaking, but I think that’s just a lack of confidence. No lesson tonight or next week as it’s Easter holiday, but as my exam is in four weeks, I should be revising instead of blogging…oh well I will revise demain. I welcome any ideas which could help me with my revision.
No seriously, I going to work very hard at mastering the French language or at least string a sentence together. These evening classes are my fourth attempt to learn. First attempt was at school, I hated it and learnt nothing. Second was when Monsieur X tried to teach me and that would turn into an argument ‘its la not le!!’ he would moan and the third attempt was last summer, when I worked in an office on my own, it’s a lot easier talking to a book than murdering the French language in front of a French person.
So I hope my fourth attempt is more successful and with extra help from pod casts, films, listening to Virgin Radio France via my iPhone on my walk to work and my BBC language books (http://www.bbc.co.uk/languages/french/ ), they are all petit steps to start off with and I hope at least by the end of the year I can write a blog page in French, without the aid of online translator.
The relevance of the number 31 could be it’s as far as I can count up to in French, but it is the amount of hours it took me from Bored-vile to Cannes. 31 long , tiring, uncomfortable, lonely hours. However it was worth it, and when I feel negative and down, I think of those 31 hours and I know if I put my full attention to a task I’m interested in, it could happen especially if I add abit of adrenaline into the mix.
So where do I start? OK lets get some of the obvious, but never going to happen ones out of the way. 1. Expect an invitation from Monsieur X to stay with him again - Never going to happen. 2. Become an actor. 3. Director. 4. Production Staff, blah blah already crossed off my list. 5. Win the Euromillions, or maybe buy 31 scratch cards win rein and then become more depressed. 6. Become famous (or infamous) so someone wants to make a film about me.
I’m sure I will come up with more stupid ideas than feasible ones.
Its 31 days until the Cannes Film Festival 2011 and Monsieur X will be there but I won’t and I’m very disappointed. Last year he invited me to the Festival, it was a dream come true, and this time last year my flight was booked and I was looking forward to being with him. My joy was replaced with stress when the volcano went off but I was determined to achieve my dream & be with the man I love.
While he worked, I watched the film stars walk up the red carpet dreaming about being on the other side of the barrier. But how? Become an actor? NON, not photogenic remember and I get embarrassed when a camcorder or mobile phone video cam appears at parties. So watching myself on a large cinema screen would be a no-no. Maybe a Film Director? NON, to shy so shouting out orders to arrogant actors and other minions ain’t my bag. Production staff? NON the only technical skills I know about is cyber-stalking. However there is always writing I have enough imagination in my screwed up head and enough material in my life to do it. Note to self: go though all my diaries and make notes.
Now one year on, Monsieur X is declaring his love to his new girlfriend all over Facebook, and I need to fill this big hole left in my life. He will never invite me to the festival or France again so how do I get there solo. Apart from a lottery win or a Knight in Shining Amour, I will be an armchair spectator of this year’s festival, but this doesn’t mean I can’t start planning for Festival de Cannes 2012. Apart from the lack of funds, after last year’s visit where I spent most of my time on my own walking up & down the la Croisette, star spotting, next time (because there will be a next time!) I would like to share my experiences with new friends.
‘You’re fat, you’re not photogenic and you’re bad in bed’ May 2010 - those of the words of Monsieur X, a day after I arrived back in Bored-ville after spending a week at the Cannes Film Festival with him and after travelling 31 hours by coach, train, ferry and then night train to get there, because my outbound flight was cancelled at the last minute. Merci Eyjafjallajokull !!!! I was so determined and excited no volcano was going to stop me!
I have know Monsieur X for nearly seven years now and he is a man who I love and care about. He is my big crush, mentor and one of my best friends. Over the past few years I have enjoyed visiting him in different parts of France, beautiful parts of France and my love for him and his country have grown. From his words its easy to notice that he does not feel the same way about me. C’est la vie!!!!!
Now Monsieur X has a girlfriend and is happily in love with her. So the purpose of this blog to for me to move on and focus on three of my hobbies - TRAVEL, FILM and FRANCE. I must get the idea in to my little brain that I can enjoy all things French without him. It’s got to be more interesting than looking at Monsieur X’s Facebook page or waiting for my phone to ring.
