Paris was superb last weekend. J's team lost the rugby but the game was ok, The Stade de France is everything that you would expect from a national stadium including good transport links. Wembley take note.
The temperature was up in the thirties, so a bit hot and sweaty and unfortunatly whilst the majority of Paris was it's beautiful self, there was an outbreak of "youth summer". This manifests itself to me in two ways, depending on the sex. For the ladies we have the DIRTY BRA STRAP. It must be on show, it must be a completely different colour to all other clothing and it must partly cover a tattoo. And for the men we have the NO WAIST JEANS. Call me a prude, call me old fashioned but why do they call the thing at the top of a pair of jeans a waist if you are supposed to wear it round your bollocks. Why does the crutch have to touch the floor? These guys look like they have put on their little brothers jeans by mistake or they leave their Granny to buy their clothes for them
So I guess my message to the young is simple, girls don't make a tit of yourself and boys don't be an arse. Never mind the rugby hey...
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