lundi 25 mai 2009
mardi 17 mars 2009
Trop pointu
Un ami très proche a des amis formidables. Il a en particulier été invité à un réveillon très bien fréquenté à Ramatuelle pour bien commencer l'année dans le chahut qui semble la caractériser.
A minuit et 3 minutes, il embrassait déjà goulument un garçon de quinze ans son cadet : c'est presque du Dalida sauf que dans le cas d'espèce, il n'y eut pas consommation, mais passons (je précise parce que cela relativise l'aspect dégradation des moeurs : Yolanda Gigliotti n'était pourtant pas la pire des coquines)...
Suite, 3 mois plus tard hier soir au dîner : il a retrouvé, à une table amicale et bourgeoise, le même jeune homme charmant, intello... jusqu'à ce que ce dernier narre dans le détail sa dernière expérience quasi-horizontale... avec un couple... et de donner des détails en plein dîner sur une première pour lui : la double pénétration anale - on comprend mieux ici pourquoi on est dans la partie protégée de ce monde très bas que constitue le blog de BadBoy.
Jusqu'à présent le sujet n'avait jamais encore jamais été évoqué dans un dîner mondain à ma connaissance. C'est peut-être une nouvelle civilisation qui commence... en tous cas, cette nouvelle génération sidère BadBoy!
A minuit et 3 minutes, il embrassait déjà goulument un garçon de quinze ans son cadet : c'est presque du Dalida sauf que dans le cas d'espèce, il n'y eut pas consommation, mais passons (je précise parce que cela relativise l'aspect dégradation des moeurs : Yolanda Gigliotti n'était pourtant pas la pire des coquines)...
Suite, 3 mois plus tard hier soir au dîner : il a retrouvé, à une table amicale et bourgeoise, le même jeune homme charmant, intello... jusqu'à ce que ce dernier narre dans le détail sa dernière expérience quasi-horizontale... avec un couple... et de donner des détails en plein dîner sur une première pour lui : la double pénétration anale - on comprend mieux ici pourquoi on est dans la partie protégée de ce monde très bas que constitue le blog de BadBoy.
Jusqu'à présent le sujet n'avait jamais encore jamais été évoqué dans un dîner mondain à ma connaissance. C'est peut-être une nouvelle civilisation qui commence... en tous cas, cette nouvelle génération sidère BadBoy!
jeudi 27 novembre 2008
jeudi 9 octobre 2008
mardi 2 septembre 2008
Bonheurs et haines de l'été (5 : censuré)
Haine - alors qu'il se promenait négligemment le long des rochers au sud de la plage d'Es Cavallet (tout de même très rose), TLCKiwi a noté un bruit venant des buissons... Grand et téméraire garçon qu'il est, il décide d'aller voir de plus près... comme si on allait voir des gémissements (!?)... mais il arrive après l'action et voit -Ô horreur nous disent les saintes-nitouches- il voit un des deux boyz (si, si, apparemment, il s'agissait de mâles) retirer un gant en latex !
Bonheur - celui qui n'avait pas de gant a alors demandé "where do you come from ?"...
Bonheur (2) - c'est beau de voir la convivialité spontanée dans ces lieux de cul(te du corps)
Bonheur (3) - la bonne réponse était "deep inside".
Bonheur - celui qui n'avait pas de gant a alors demandé "where do you come from ?"...
Bonheur (2) - c'est beau de voir la convivialité spontanée dans ces lieux de cul(te du corps)
Bonheur (3) - la bonne réponse était "deep inside".
lundi 1 septembre 2008
mardi 22 juillet 2008
Perfide mourante
Merci à Tyler Brulé et au FT pour cet article.
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Band-Aids won’t save Britain
By Tyler Brûlé
How can you tell when a developed country is on a fast-track to becoming a failing or failed state? Does it only become official when Christiane Amanpour – CNN’s chief international correspondent – shows up with a documentary crew to chronicle a nation’s unchecked decline? Or can a big, fat “FAILED” stamp be applied long before there’s enough material to persuade an advertiser to sponsor the show?
Last Sunday I returned to Britain after a week spent weaving through Switzerland visiting clients, seeing friends and imagining the future of the media with my colleagues. Over the course of the weekend a large part of our conversation focused on the wave of knife crimes and general disorder that is currently suffocating the UK. There was a collective sense of disbelief and embarrassment when we read that some clever spark advising the Home Secretary wanted to take young knife wielders into hospitals and family sitting rooms to meet victims and distraught parents alike.
On a train from St. Moritz to Zürich, there was a subtle sense of wonder, not only at the low cost of a clean, punctual journey but also that wi-fi was available on the higher speed portion of the trip and the bar trolley dispensed a decent espresso. At Zürich airport, security staff were swift and efficient in their handling of passengers and, at the advertised hour, our Airbus pushed back for the flight to London.
Seventy-five minutes later, we arrived at a terminal that was heaving with annoyed, bewildered passengers and had the faint odour of failure – sweat, mildew, urine and a nasty scent attempting to cover up all of the former. Now, before you race to your laptop and write to tell me that Geneva’s Cointrin airport ain’t exactly great either and that Switzerland is a dull, dangerous place full of far too many referendums that should never see the light of day – keep reading.
As we made our way into central London, we travelled along a rubbish-lined motorway and then turned on to rubbish-strewn streets. Set back from the curb were shuttered shopfronts, little street-life and patchy street lighting.
Further along, we hit the impossibly ugly high street that runs along the top of Shepherd’s Bush, then caught a glimpse of the even uglier new shopping development behind it. Why a relatively central stretch of London requires a suburban style of planning is still a mystery. That this plot of land hasn’t been turned into a proper mixed-use, awe-inspiring building to further generate development in the UK will go down in the history of urbanism as one of the great, wasted opportunites of the 21st century.
An interview with Enrique Peñalosa, the much in demand urban theorist and former mayor of Bogotá, perhaps sums up shopping malls best in the current issue of Monocle with the line: “when malls become a meeting place, it’s a sign that a city is sick.” That the people responsible for London’s built environment allowed such a development to move forward requires an official inquiry.
That their colleagues from Westminster city council earlier in the week announced that they wanted to turn Oxford Circus into a Shibuya-style area to give the city a bit of Tokyo glamour is evidence that people with mental deficiencies are being allowed to make expensive, high-impact development and branding decisions for London.
First, Shibuya is a perfectly interesting retail and entertainment hub but it doesn’t exactly need to be replicated in London. Second, the Tokyo district’s famous diagonal crossing system works brilliantly in an obedient, law-abiding society like Japan but is a recipe for round-the-clock fatalities in a country where people increasingly have little respect for authority. Third, London suffers from a Band-Aid mentality that wastes millions on veneers and varnishes rather than developing sustainable solutions. The same could be said for the rest of the country.
If dinner party natter three years ago was focused on London’s boom and all the good that the Olympics would bring, discussion has moved to more urgent issues like personal security, poor healthcare, feral youths, appalling schools, an under-funded defence force, a media diet of fame-focused rubbish and an exit strategy to board the next flight out.
A Swedish friend recently remarked that the UK government’s plan to distribute stab-proof vests to public service staff (nurses, doctors, teachers) to protect them in the line of duty was a sure sign that the nation was officially failing. While I wanted to stick up for life in London, I couldn’t have agreed more. London is by no means the UK, and the rest of the country certainly isn’t London, but the capital is still the hub that sets the agenda and the first port of call for most visitors (thus investors).
Christiane Amanpour isn’t out filming this documentary just yet (or is she?) but it’s a subject that is ripe for an exposé – how one of the most respected nations in the world bludgeoned its own brand.
So what steps should be taken to halt its decline? Read my suggestions for a new, improved Britain next week.
Tyler Brûlè is editor-in-chief of Monocle, http://www.monocle.com/
tyler.brule@ft.com"
"
Band-Aids won’t save Britain
By Tyler Brûlé
How can you tell when a developed country is on a fast-track to becoming a failing or failed state? Does it only become official when Christiane Amanpour – CNN’s chief international correspondent – shows up with a documentary crew to chronicle a nation’s unchecked decline? Or can a big, fat “FAILED” stamp be applied long before there’s enough material to persuade an advertiser to sponsor the show?
Last Sunday I returned to Britain after a week spent weaving through Switzerland visiting clients, seeing friends and imagining the future of the media with my colleagues. Over the course of the weekend a large part of our conversation focused on the wave of knife crimes and general disorder that is currently suffocating the UK. There was a collective sense of disbelief and embarrassment when we read that some clever spark advising the Home Secretary wanted to take young knife wielders into hospitals and family sitting rooms to meet victims and distraught parents alike.
On a train from St. Moritz to Zürich, there was a subtle sense of wonder, not only at the low cost of a clean, punctual journey but also that wi-fi was available on the higher speed portion of the trip and the bar trolley dispensed a decent espresso. At Zürich airport, security staff were swift and efficient in their handling of passengers and, at the advertised hour, our Airbus pushed back for the flight to London.
Seventy-five minutes later, we arrived at a terminal that was heaving with annoyed, bewildered passengers and had the faint odour of failure – sweat, mildew, urine and a nasty scent attempting to cover up all of the former. Now, before you race to your laptop and write to tell me that Geneva’s Cointrin airport ain’t exactly great either and that Switzerland is a dull, dangerous place full of far too many referendums that should never see the light of day – keep reading.
As we made our way into central London, we travelled along a rubbish-lined motorway and then turned on to rubbish-strewn streets. Set back from the curb were shuttered shopfronts, little street-life and patchy street lighting.
Further along, we hit the impossibly ugly high street that runs along the top of Shepherd’s Bush, then caught a glimpse of the even uglier new shopping development behind it. Why a relatively central stretch of London requires a suburban style of planning is still a mystery. That this plot of land hasn’t been turned into a proper mixed-use, awe-inspiring building to further generate development in the UK will go down in the history of urbanism as one of the great, wasted opportunites of the 21st century.
An interview with Enrique Peñalosa, the much in demand urban theorist and former mayor of Bogotá, perhaps sums up shopping malls best in the current issue of Monocle with the line: “when malls become a meeting place, it’s a sign that a city is sick.” That the people responsible for London’s built environment allowed such a development to move forward requires an official inquiry.
That their colleagues from Westminster city council earlier in the week announced that they wanted to turn Oxford Circus into a Shibuya-style area to give the city a bit of Tokyo glamour is evidence that people with mental deficiencies are being allowed to make expensive, high-impact development and branding decisions for London.
First, Shibuya is a perfectly interesting retail and entertainment hub but it doesn’t exactly need to be replicated in London. Second, the Tokyo district’s famous diagonal crossing system works brilliantly in an obedient, law-abiding society like Japan but is a recipe for round-the-clock fatalities in a country where people increasingly have little respect for authority. Third, London suffers from a Band-Aid mentality that wastes millions on veneers and varnishes rather than developing sustainable solutions. The same could be said for the rest of the country.
If dinner party natter three years ago was focused on London’s boom and all the good that the Olympics would bring, discussion has moved to more urgent issues like personal security, poor healthcare, feral youths, appalling schools, an under-funded defence force, a media diet of fame-focused rubbish and an exit strategy to board the next flight out.
A Swedish friend recently remarked that the UK government’s plan to distribute stab-proof vests to public service staff (nurses, doctors, teachers) to protect them in the line of duty was a sure sign that the nation was officially failing. While I wanted to stick up for life in London, I couldn’t have agreed more. London is by no means the UK, and the rest of the country certainly isn’t London, but the capital is still the hub that sets the agenda and the first port of call for most visitors (thus investors).
Christiane Amanpour isn’t out filming this documentary just yet (or is she?) but it’s a subject that is ripe for an exposé – how one of the most respected nations in the world bludgeoned its own brand.
So what steps should be taken to halt its decline? Read my suggestions for a new, improved Britain next week.
Tyler Brûlè is editor-in-chief of Monocle, http://www.monocle.com/
tyler.brule@ft.com"
mercredi 9 juillet 2008
vendredi 20 juin 2008
jeudi 19 juin 2008
mercredi 30 avril 2008
Je pars à la campagne
...retrouver mon équipe de petites mains pour m'aider dans l'entretien du domaine. Nouvel uniforme :
Merci à ACausedesGarçons pour ces pubs A/X.
vendredi 4 avril 2008
jeudi 3 avril 2008
mardi 18 mars 2008
Les Victoires pour bientôt
Nouvelles immobilières : les travaux du nouvel appart avancent bien et je suis très satisfait du travail... des preuves :
vendredi 14 mars 2008
75ème jour de prise en otage des nageurs des Halles
Ca fait peur, moi je vais plus à la mer...
Merci à AgeAppropriate pour ces pix d'un certain Ben Godfre
jeudi 6 mars 2008
vendredi 29 février 2008
63ème jour de prise en otage des nageurs des Halles
Pas assez de dos crawlé, alors on travaille sa cambrure comme on peut...
Merci à FantasticMag pour avoir ressorti ses pix oubliées !
