An unstoppable force meets an unmovable object

Another classic moment

In the beginning of our relationship, Krusty and I would often, after an evening of copious drinking, come back to his flat to dance to Gotan Project. Obviously, we thought we looked very cool and that we were incredibly good tango dancers. We recently found some photos that prove the contrary. But that's another story...
Last night we went to see Gotan Project at the famous Brixton Academy, and although we started very wisely by moving only our heads, at the end of the night the tango possessed us to move once again very idiotically to the rhythm of the whole room. The concert was great, although much too short. And we discovered a really useful tip: because we were stading and drinking, we only ever had one hand free to clap. I therefore used my right hand to clap Krusty's left hand. A group effort!
But now for the classic moment. Drunk on the music, amongst other things, we found ourselves outside (ten of us) to discuss where the evening would take us next. That's when a pretty lady came and tapped me on the shoulder, saying 'Your skirt...'. I prepared myself to thank her for the compliment and tell her where I bought the red dress that I thought suited the tango moment. The same red dress I wore to that interview, I should have known that a compliment was not about to follow... The lady continued, 'either it's a new fashion, or its stuck in your tights at the back.' Three thousand people had my arse in their field of vision since I had been to the toilet...at the beginning of the concert! So ashamed, as usual...

For those of you that don't know Gotan, be happy to be able to discover them at last, and go with haste to www.gotanproject.com

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Decision taken

Thank you all for sending me your list of places to see in Europe. I was really surprised at the diversity of answers, which just goes to show that each place visited is different depending on who is visiting it... The places submitted the most were without contest Prague, Barcelona and Rome, but the place I have chosen is none of these. I unfortunately cannot tell you which one it is, however, because it will be a surprise for Krusty. I'll let you know closer to the time...

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Man on the edge of a mid-life crisis

Last summer in the Ile de Re was magical. As usual, we can't get enough of a good thing, so we went back for some more. It was for the birthday of Paul, my father who, at 49, has avoided a mid-life crisis until now. Could 50 be the time for it though? They say that 50 is the new 40...
We were in charge on bringing crisps and dips to have a little celeBritish for the celebrations, but they were taken away at immigration, because the terrorists haven't yet finished taking away our smallest pleasures. Disappeared also my mascara and my perfume, because you wouldn't want someone beautiful that smells good to kill themselves.
I thought I was going to spend my days off curled up in front of the fire. It's the end of autumn after all. But the weather in France was amazing. Nearly better than the summer. We ate outside every day. But, and here's where the doubts of crisis settled in, Dad went for swim on the night of his birthday, in the sea!
Well, here's the rest in pictures, because sometimes they say more than words... In any case, if it is a mid-life crisis, I don't mind getting old!

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