Good to see Match of the Day on TV last night.
It's better in Latin.
It reminded me of a lovely film, Debbie Does Paris, but you would need to know French as well as je connasse. I'm sorry but uneducated people just won't understand how beautiful this is. Mais Alors!
Debbie: Bonjour!
Garcon: Je m'en fous. enlevez vos vêtements
Debbie: Zut! Ma robe a tombé. Pouvez-vous voir mes seins ?
Garcon: Regardez La tour du Garcon!
Debbie: Ooooh, c'est grand n'est pas?
Garcon: Est-ce que vous crachez ou avalez ?
Debbie: il dépend de la saveur !
Garcon: C'est bon.
Debbie: Baisez-moi jusqu'au je pête!
This scene moved me in a special way. A way that only the intelectuals will, or could, understand. I pity my harassers, to be truthful, because they just won't really appreciate the finer thing, the higher things in their impoverished lives.
Je monte jusqu' ici pur vous montrer que le monde est different
l'orsqu'on l'apercoit d'une autre perspective.
Oui, Vous.
"Mais si vois etendez l'orreil...vous allez les entendre murmerer 'un
petit conseil'..approchez. Approchez l'oreil....
Mon avocat vous observe.
It would have been quite enough having to deal with the Special Branch PR Unit on it's own. But of course I wouldn't have had to. Exactly what Special Branch officials opposed to my research needed, was for a small pack of stalking abusers to make false allegations about me which they could massively use as a lever to discredit me. In fact, they were fairly desperate for anything to use. And The Met are attempting to do exactly this.
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