tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624758705165642122010-03-07T23:08:43.121ZHello! Bonjour! Willkommen! xx LektrogirlHi! My name is Lektrogirl and I am a business woman, musician, DJ, internet artist and general new media puppet.
I LOVE THE INTERNET. I collect animated gifs of love hearts, I make web pages. I love food. I miss my Dad who is back home in Tasmania, which is where I used to be from. Now I am from London. Booyah!!!<br><br>Having trouble readying my blog? Check it in IE, the internet's lowest common denominator [and personal favourite].Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.comBlogger1269125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-5902962157612106122010-03-07T23:07:00.001Z2010-03-07T23:08:43.128ZCHATROULETTEThe internet phenomenon and TOTALLY NOT SAFE FOR WORK.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNIpk-t9tOQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNIpk-t9tOQ&hl=en_GB&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-590296215761210612?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-32862821123314387762010-03-07T19:58:00.001Z2010-03-07T19:58:17.267ZDINING ALONEOne of my favourite things has become dining alone. When I was younger I felt a bit of a knob, but now I think to sit in silence and imagine new things to cook - especially as there are lady gang dinners to plan for every six monthe or so when it comes up to my turn again. I visited Pippa at the Jumble sale today and delivered two types of macaron - lavander and rosemary. Tonight I'm wondering if kalamatta olives and chocolate would be a good flavour - Philippa tells me she had olives and hazelnut once. I wonder about beetroot and almond. Not essence, real almond.<br /><br />Xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-3286282112331438776?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-65135893418128771032010-03-06T02:51:00.000Z2010-03-06T03:01:08.037ZMIRABELLIt will be a long week until Wednesday where nothing happens after I cross my fingers under the desk until they get pins and needles.<br /><br />Speaking of pins, I saw Pin Eyes through the window tonight. I think it is almost pity I feel that he can't even bring himself to look at me. He's not mad anymore. Just embarrassed I think. And for all the talk about how cool he is, he panicked. Not a strong look.<br /><br />I sometimes think of the Frog. He could have had anything, but his problem was he couldn't see further than keeping hold of everything. That really makes me mad.<br /><br />I sometimes think of the Mushroom. The pit of my stomach - like a trapdoor - like a cellar full of coal dust - like a really horrible sink in a shed that only has freezing water or boiling water that smells of copper - the bitterest most glacial hatred.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-6513589341812877103?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-86598327864908837402010-03-03T22:47:00.002Z2010-03-03T22:54:27.903ZPASCAL'S VIDEO HITS<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5A2hvtbpi8g&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5A2hvtbpi8g&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />So who can forget such classics as "<a href="http://blog.lektrogirl.com/2009/10/ive-waited-til-im-crazy.html">I'VE WAITED TIL IM CRAZY</a>" or "<a href="http://blog.lektrogirl.com/2009/10/boule-de-flipper.html target="_blank">BOULE DE FLIPPER</a>" or "<a href="http://blog.lektrogirl.com/2009/10/night-of-fire.html" target="_blank">NIGHT OF FIRE</a>"? I'm tell you, NOT ME. All of these videos and many more have appeared on this blog courtesy of Pascal / Puyo Puyo in Nantes. What a wonderful day.<br /><br />xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-8659832786490883740?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-50662246853025262382010-03-03T21:44:00.001Z2010-03-03T21:44:16.459ZA DAY OFF<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lektrogirl/4403513837/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4403513837_0596fd57e4.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #FFFFFF;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lektrogirl/4403513837/">MOTORHEAD</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lektrogirl/">Lektrogirl</a>.</span></div><p>I spent the day with Hobart on the sofa reading a new book called "The Fundamental Techniques of Classic Pastry Arts". It has a section devoted to all the different ways of cutting an apple for patisserie items and all the names in French. If you want to know what a "biscuit" is I can tell you - and it isn't a cookie. The book totally blew my mind and I was so excited, then exhausted from reading it, that I had to have a nap.<br /><br />My kitchen is so tiny and shit that it is a bit depressing to think about how hard it is in there, but then I was reading 180 pages of "A sweet life in Paris" last night by David Lebovitz who tells of having icecream makers in his bedroom when he moved to Paris that I feel like there is some hope.<br /><br />I think I need a cup of tea.<br /><br />xx Lektrogirl</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-5066224685302526238?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-37458300176461035252010-03-03T18:20:00.001Z2010-03-03T18:20:54.627ZBLOOD<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/annickl/4404325190/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4404325190_c7e980f2e3.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #FFFFFF;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/annickl/4404325190/">early works</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/annickl/">favoriet</a>.</span></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-3745830017646103525?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-68416302459794320042010-03-02T13:15:00.001Z2010-03-02T13:15:56.925ZLIFE<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ajourneyroundmyskull/4399832153/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4399832153_858cdd37b1.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #FFFFFF;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ajourneyroundmyskull/4399832153/">06 The Game of Marseille, tarot card game, 1940-41</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ajourneyroundmyskull/">A Journey Round My Skull</a>.</span></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-6841630245979432004?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-41236512251503442122010-03-02T00:29:00.000Z2010-03-02T00:36:03.632ZTHE WALKI wanted to tell you how much I love to walk down the street at night. Just not any street or any night. It's the street I walk down after the celebrated luxury of taking a black cab home from central London, stopping and the white building and coming down the little hill to my street.<br /><br />I hear my feet on the pavement. Sometimes my feet hurt. Sometimes they don't. I feel the night air on my face. I walk proudly past the pub in case Pin Eyes is there. I don't look in. I see the trees from the graveyard. I see the spire from the church. I turn the corner to my cobbled street, put my key in the door and ask my favourite girlfriend if she had a good day. I close the door behind me to my favourite part of the day.<br /><br />Good night everybody.<br /><br />Xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-4123651225150344212?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-52250521253418779532010-03-01T20:45:00.001Z2010-03-01T20:45:10.636ZMEN<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medicalmuseum/4398653940/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2603/4398653940_81af5737e6.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #FFFFFF;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medicalmuseum/4398653940/">Photos of the day, March 1</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/medicalmuseum/">otisarchives1</a>.</span></div><p>Superduck told me today that a girl like me shouldn't be single. It was nice to see him. He is developing a very sexual man belly.<br /><br />The other night, a friend told me his girlfriend had a fanny like a paper cut it was so neat and tiny. He also told me that there is no secret to giving a guy a blow job other than enthusiasm. It's true. Men will eat practically anything you cook them and be happy. Why would giving them a blow job be any more difficult?<br /><br />I am going to try and write about food later and my trip to Paris.<br /><br />xx Lektrogirl</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-5225052125341877953?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-27400532101384013002010-03-01T18:33:00.001Z2010-03-01T18:33:41.374ZIT IS SO EASY TO BE SNAZZY<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinetree4com/2753755793/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3219/2753755793_6e27edacd7.jpg" style="border: solid 0px #FFFFFF;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pinetree4com/2753755793/">'70's Jell-O photo:)</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/pinetree4com/">pinetree4</a>.</span></div><p>Even Jelly can do it.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-2740053210138401300?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-2385945020990997012010-02-28T23:32:00.000Z2010-02-28T23:42:18.738ZI HUNG UP HERI was on the phone to my mother. She wasn't following what I was saying. I got frustrated and I just wanted to get off the phone as quickly as possible from this woman that gave birth to me but I don't even know how I can be related. She had a go at me for being uncontactable. I didnt answer my phone because I was watching Mad Men. I find it the most painfully empty show witheveryone so frustrated and sad and short lived happiness and the rest of the time they are just drunk. It reminds me very much of my father and the men from Dalgety. I haven't spelled that right I don't think. My Dad would come home pissed every day. My parents would argue. The house seemed dark. But maybe that is because it was a giant house in Adelaide built for the hot weather. In the garden were willow trees, hibiscus and pomegranite plants. We had ducks and a turtle. Dad had a sizeable mini bar. The garage and workshop seemed as big as the house. one day I made up a game after I made myself a wig from paper just so I could sit on the bed and be a doll. I didn't want to move. I just wanted to be still and have the day pass.<br /><br />Xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-238594502099099701?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-9597426192345302302010-02-28T19:20:00.001Z2010-02-28T19:20:50.342ZA CHRISTMAS HAM AND A RONNIE<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thenakedsnail/4392543155/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4392543155_d8f0876fda.jpg" style="border: solid 0px #FFFFFF;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thenakedsnail/4392543155/">Four Eyes</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thenakedsnail/">thenakedsnail</a>.</span></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-959742619234530230?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-70796190298514676242010-02-27T21:23:00.000Z2010-02-27T21:24:39.804ZTHE JOHN DAVIDSON FAN CLUBFrom: John Davidson [mailto:XXCENSOREDXX@hotmail.com] <br />Sent: 26 February 2010 23:45<br />To: Emma<br />Subject: RE: some more pics of all the same things<br /><br /><br />Yeah loneliness IS a curse in many ways. Irember living in Burnie(NTas) in a five roomed brick house I bought from a local baker. Prolly got some photos of it somewhere? Ifound one of a young lookin bloke of 51years holding his 2 bestess friends, sat sitting in an armchair THE cat, hypolyte, a Siamiese and A lABRADOR, sally-SILLY AS WHEEL BUT A GOOD MATE, i've told you before about Hippy, OPEN front door and Hippy would claim her spot, run up my suit and sit ou my shouldertil We wentto bed.YEAHMATE, FOR ALL YOUR MEMORIeS OF ME BEING 'ORRIBLE TO ONE dog wotad just dug up me new plants, But Ive had some good anti-lonely pets Funny you saying you were 37, Whenever your age cimes up, I always think 31. Then I look at the pictures on the door and think I've made a mistake. You only look about 21.<br />The chances of winning 5000 bucks before you get here are about 14000000 to one. Pretty slim odds kiddo. bUT IF i can get the anti offa tight arse I' keep trying. i'll seeif I can swing a bit out o my'BURY ME ACCOUNT whic she has in my name and redirected from my pension,,<br />FARK, LIKE HER OLD MAN old bill used to have heart pangs opening his bowels a work out/<br /> Got to gp kiddo..catch up with ya later. Luv yer aging pa, 37?<br /> <br />you look like a yong maidXXXXXX<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-7079619029851467624?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-74239754290828257732010-02-27T20:15:00.001Z2010-02-27T20:15:07.758ZDEGHUOOYDDRYJICant think of a better name than the above. Pissed again in the back of a taxi - cherry sour cocktails.<br /><br />Met with the Lektrolab girls talking aboout the things we did. We never normally talk about it much or congratulate ourselves on what we acheived. we talked again about the superflex social pudding project which is one of my favourites. I miss Mikael come to think of it. I should visit Denmark again. Maybe the collective Lektrolab will do something again but this time more about having ideas, coming together and networking, sharing knowledge. I would like to have an endless dinner table and cook for dozens of people.<br /><br />I would like him to kiss my neck with his hand on my tit.<br /><br />The other Him Mrs K and I found out from Dora was born on Sunday and beats people with a cane for being wicked. But because He is Sunday, it is like being mad and throwing a stone at a computer and then straight afterwards feeling sorry He did it. That is Sunday people.<br /><br />And I haven't written about Paris yet.<br /><br />Xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-7423975429082825773?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-28634665833866575602010-02-27T02:40:00.001Z2010-02-27T02:40:37.045ZA4 PAPER & CHRISTMAS HAMTonight, I ended up at BANGFACE making anus jokes with A4 in my work clothes. I'm at home now with my favourite love kneading my Christmas Ham stomach of course as happy as anything, drunk - we started with the G&T at 3.30 today with the Saint Honore I made for Troll's birthday - wondering what it would be like to have a 2 minute fumble in the stationery cupboard after all the talk of creases and papercuts and one does (or at least I do. I'm sure men do. Maybe there's something wrong with me?) and tomorrow its Mrs Kipling's taxes (they should have never revealed her face in the ad's!!) then brainstorming with Covvo and then Sunday it's The Architects taxes. Don't you want my life? Errrr - sadly I love organising things. Except I didn't enjoy having to sort the 2 years worth of mail I had left unopened inside my front door.<br /><br />Tralalala what a rambling stupid post.<br />If I thought about it I should have said about the video Jess is schooting for Ceephax. Uggg. Tired now. Night night.<br />Xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-2863466583386657560?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-84726918079492199712010-02-26T16:25:00.000Z2010-02-26T16:26:24.398ZIM A FLUFFY GIRL<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6JIEBi83rs&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6JIEBi83rs&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-8472691807949219971?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-47336936926403295942010-02-24T18:21:00.003Z2010-02-24T18:21:57.945ZPATE A CHOUXI'm going to put on my apron and make some pate a choux from my fancy new old cook book.<br /><br />My heart is SINGING!<br /><br />xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-4733693692640329594?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-26394431724228691172010-02-22T19:57:00.001Z2010-02-22T19:57:04.522ZBACK TO WORK TODAY<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medicalmuseum/4379383574/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2745/4379383574_81c4df117e.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #FFFFFF;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medicalmuseum/4379383574/">WRAIR F1752</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/medicalmuseum/">otisarchives1</a>.</span></div><p>It was good. But I wish I had more hands. And I wish I had £12,000 to enrol in the Patisserie chef school.<br /><br />xx Lektrogirl</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-2639443172422869117?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-50720544741339519432010-02-21T17:11:00.001Z2010-02-21T17:11:32.572ZCP 1786<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medicalmuseum/4370270891/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4370270891_c78e6cb54a.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #FFFFFF;" alt="" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medicalmuseum/4370270891/">CP 1786</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/medicalmuseum/">otisarchives1</a>.</span></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-5072054474133951943?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-8669545774877525912010-02-20T18:40:00.000Z2010-02-20T18:43:45.484ZABOUT TO LEAVEA cannot stuff one more sweet thing in my face and I'm craving frites and mayonaise or something - bacon sandwich, baked fish, tom kai, poached eggs.<br /><br />Au revoir, Paris. Je t'aime.<br /><br />Xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-866954577487752591?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-71986489768324490092010-02-20T09:17:00.001Z2010-02-20T09:17:07.060ZDERRRYesterday was spending money day - but all on a shoestring budget. What I want to know is, how can you buy beautiful knickers in Paris for 8 euro with all the right spots, ruffles and super soft fabrics and 14 euro bras that fit well but just over the channel in London, the equivalent is scratchy, looks cheaper than it cost, fits like it was designed by a blind dog and is usually hot pink with plastic crystals. Answers on a postcard please.<br />It is seriously no wonder French women walk well and have great hair - they dont have their finger in their knickerline all day.<br /><br />So obviously I wandered around yesterday and this is the derrr part. Anytime anyone says 'Did you visit the Marais?' I say 'Oh no I never go there' thinking it was near the big Arc or something. It dawn on me yesterday that I usually spend most of my time in the Marais - not only cause I like the area but whenever I go I get lost which is fun - but when you have an agenda and the GPS on your phone swings between to locations its a pain the arse. What a fucktard.<br />After that I tried to visit a shop on Faubourg de Montmartre where you could get your auro photographed. It was closed down and the space now sold nasty shoes, bags and nylon scarves. So I went back the otherway past all the fancy dress shops, through some cute shopping arcade, and back down to rue/ave Montmartre to a specialist cookbook shop that I knew sold vintage books. I dropped some serious euro on a 1956 patisserie cookbook. Not only food porn disgusting cakes which I love, but the book has every starter recipe for all the basics - genoise, brioche, pate - the one with the circumflex on the a not the acute on the e, choux and then every french cake ever with the permutation recipe. Afternoon teas for summer here we come!<br /><br />Xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-7198648976832449009?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-48683219506724267112010-02-19T08:52:00.003Z2010-02-19T09:03:47.240ZPARISED OUTToday is a day I need to read the guide books again, check the bank balance and regroup before I step out into the lovely sunny morning it is here. <br /><br />Yesterday I went to the Musée Dupuytren and saw all kinds of body parts in glass jars from the 1800's. Looking at the babies and two headed unborn puppies wasnt so bad, because the babies DID look like Cabbage Patch Kids. The wax mould of vaginas with clitorises that were baby penisese NBD. What I found hard to stomach were the slices of heart, brain etc etc because it looked like some of the weird offaly food you see round Paris which makes me feel sick in the same way. But after that - I don't feel so compulsed to see the museum of skin disease waxes which is probably more up my street.<br /><br />The best thing I saw in Paris - and this was last time I was here - was the mineral museum at the whats-his-name and Marie Curié University.<br /><br />Last night I was GUTTED to hear that I will miss the Fifi Chachnil shop opening in London on Saturday after Pippa sent me a text invitation. I will never forget the epic afternoon that Pippa and I spent looking for an elusive Fifi shop here in Paris and we were so fucking happy when we did. So thrilled in fact we bought A LOT.<br /><br />Actually with that little dream over, I might check all my friends blogs to see what they are doing for a little inspiration.<br /><br />xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-4868321950672426711?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-39714442108654584282010-02-18T22:01:00.000Z2010-02-18T22:03:47.091ZJUST A THOUGHTI saw myself in the mirror and it dawned on my the reason why I hate going out is because I so absolutely hate every part of myself. I just feel like I'm wasting the space of anywhere I go. Except at home. Wherever 'home' is designated for that week.<br /><br />Xx Lektrogirl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-3971444210865458428?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-11306583636768635532010-02-18T09:51:00.002Z2010-02-18T09:56:14.410ZTHE JOHN DAVIDSON FAN CLUBSlow morning and taking the opportunity to check some emails on a laptop rather than my phone. The GA has finally made it out of bed into the computer room:<br /><br />emmsie young mate. one, I DECIDED THE PRUNINING OF rose could wait another day, when they told me, the resident comp was up and running, so I thought i'd be sure to get a glimpse of morning tea from your e'mails? WHICH MAY i ADD ARE GETTING MORE GUT ENTICING AS YOU COOK? OR SHOULD ONE ASK 'CREATE'?Bloody caps lock, OR MORE PERTINENTLY A WEAK BRAIN? w.f.brain?<br /> <br />If I don't make reference to furry bottom she'll prolly muck my computor up again!<br />How yer goin' Hobart? Has the mistress stopped beating you yet? Wot are all those brown bruise marks on yer fur? Give 'r a good scratch for me, duckie.<br />I'L EMAIL ANOTHER TOMORROW. IN PLACFE OF THE indescribably badly written effort I had started. Couldn't take the chanceof your boss seeing what a dunce your father must be.<br /> the young woman who overlooked my effort to write, who at 20 years had nevever seen a pen to write with before in her life, expressed considrable amazement when she saw the pen dipped in ink then leave readable marks on paper,<br />Then SHE SLID THE LUNCH TRAY TOWARD ME AND DEFTLY PUSHED THE INK BOTTLE OFF THE TABLE, Quink everywhere. She was stunned, 'OH' that's what ink is'? Talk about dumb blondes, JESUS<br />Me back oesn't like sitting up after 4 or 5 monts of lying down. Getting old kid, So's yer mother, old and cranky, and meaner than her fsther. Still we won't continue in that vein, nothing can be gained by complaning about the unchaingeable. I could give me ammunition for tomorrows effort, nearly hd another slight heart atack when the news showed the train crash in Belgium. I always have turulations when Europe gives nasty news.always wonder whre you were at the time,<br />Corned beef 4 lunch, Not a great meat eater cant' stand the thought of the beasts previous slaughter, maybe I;ll grow up one dayy?<br />Cheers to u both. Fight te good fight, Give my regards to Mrs Danzer(?) spelling<br />luv from the old fella.XXXX<br /><br />And then yesterday another one:<br /><br />you ought to expand your cakeartby adding the odd symbol.Religious. Arsenal logo 'We are the very best!, I think, or up yours, even just plain old bollox. tHAT WOULD MAKE EM COUGH ON fheir Maccafukkinroons. Just come in from the garden bit, working with no brace around me upper body. bit painful now. but every little helps to get a bit of strength and weight back. Down to 74 kilos at the moment. But finding it difficult to eat meat. THEA.B.C. Doco of Chine hanging beatifull dogs so their blood congeals in the meat, Made the meat sweeter for eating. mate. iFIND IT DIFFICULT TO PUT MEAT, any meat into my gutsfor the moment. TThat last pic of a ferraal was of Philippa's black furry monster. Right?. i'll have to dob you into Hoby. SeeYOU KID. HOPE YOUSE ALL KEEPING WELL? Luv ex yer DadXXXX<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-1130658363676863553?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562475870516564212.post-70536149569972978512010-02-18T09:13:00.001Z2010-02-18T09:13:37.218ZINCIDENTLY<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9471243&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9471243&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/9471243">Institubes - Paris</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user3181444">James Pearson-Howes</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562475870516564212-7053614956997297851?l=blog.lektrogirl.com' alt='' /></div>Lektrogirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12654015035602504884noreply@blogger.com0