"I like noses. And ears. And toes. All the things that poke out”

Monday 12 July

Another day, another creep…this time from Nepal. But I’ll talk about him later.




Ok, well on Saturday night I got no sleep. As in literally no sleep. No idea why. So last night I was in no condition to go and see a movie at ten o’clock…so that was another day wasted. I thought I was gonna go mad with boredom. On the plus side yesterday I got to know some really cool people in the Hostel, none of whom I am able to remember their names…so they shall henceforth be referred to as “Nice German Girl Who Speaks Loads of English” “Nice German Girl Who Speaks Little English But Loads of French” “Guy That Looks Like Someone Though I’d Rather Not Say Who He Looks Like” “Danish Guy Who Loves Films” “And Creepy Nepalian Guy”…hm, maybe this isn’t the best plan but oh well.



Ok, well it started well with us all chatting and eating chocolate brownies (As in, oh my god the NICEST things ever cooked…well done to Ambroise, the French guy who cooked them and whose name I only remember because it reminded me of Ambrosia). I also got a lovely roommate from New Zealand who was absolutely lovely and travelling with her husband, who she has known since high school…..I love couples like that.



Anyway I’m getting side tracked. Napalian guy made an egg curry which I have never tried before and am not sure I ever will again. He keeps touching me…it started out as just high fives, now he keeps trying to take my hand…well then I attempted to go to the film I was meant to see, but to be honest this Tout Le Monde Dehors festival seems to be a load of bollocks; none of the things being shown seem to be set in places which are on the map, i.e. they are all situated in the outskirts, and no one I have actually asked in Lyon seems to know anything about it. And anyway, they were setting this thing at 10 PM on World Cup night…yeah, that’ll go down well when I’m an hour’s walk away from the hostel, its midnight and the Spanish are going crazy. Why did I leave Paris??? Still, today I saw a movie at the Cinema National Populaire called Film Socialisme. I decided to see it because it is apparently avant guardist and not because it had the word “socialisme” in the title….whether or not it was actually about socialism is anyone’s guess, because it’s possibly one of the most boring movies I have ever sat through…like 11 and 12 if you stuck an extra half hour on the end >.<



But hey, I’m getting ahead of myself again! Stayed at the hostel with the final playing in the background, discussing French movies with the cool (and possibly gay) Danish guy and talking about the beauty of Brad Pitt’s face.



“I think that Brad Pitt is possibly the most beautiful man in the world”

“He certainly does have a wonderfully chiselled face”

“He has a great nose. I would love to have that nose. I like noses. And ears. And toes. All the things that poke out”

(Short pause)

XD



Meanwhile Creepy Napal Guy keeps attempting to play footsie with me. It’s really bizarre; he’s got his arm around the lovely German girl who speaks loads of English and at the same time he keeps stretching across to rub my foot with his…so then I budge away in an obvious gesture of non-interest…then when I need to sit closer again to hear the Danish guy properly…there we go, back with the footsie…for chrissakes, words cannot express the severity of my lack of interest in this guy and I have made this very clear. And yet still the wee trooper keeps on…trooping. I could almost be impressed with his dedication if it wasn’t for the fact that he has not a hope in hell and should stick with the lovely pretty German girl who seems not to be creeped out by his creepiness.

Anyways, after the match I announced that I was going to go to bed and attempt to capture that ever evasive sleep…at which point Creepy asked me 4 times to stay, each time with me telling him, very firmly, that I was tired and going to bed…he also keeps touching my waist when he walks past me, and doesn’t seem to get the blatant hint when I push him off and give him my worst look. But the creepiness does not end there, oohhhh no…

This morning I get up and sit down for breakfast with lovely NZ roommate and her husband who left this morning. Having a lovely chat, Nepal guy sits at the next table completely alone. I ignore him and carry on my conversation. I then take my breakfast stuff inside to get them washed…and he follows me. He asks me if I’m pissed off with him and I say no, cause…well I’m not pissed off with him I just think he’s a creepy fuck who should piss off.

Anyways, I’ve got too much stuff in my hands so I put my key down on the table. I turn away, turn back and the key is gone. Of course my initial thought is that he has taken it, but obviously I can’t prove anything so I just say “Where’s my key” to which he replies “It’ll be around somewhere. Why don’t you stay for a drink with me?” I mean, honestly, who has a drink at 7 o’clock in the morning? Ok, don’t answer that. So I tell him quite firmly “No, I’m going to find my key” and go back outside to ask my roommate if I left it on the table (even though I was sure I hadn’t and I was right)

So I went out and replayed then entire story for both the roommate and her husband, and they tell me that apparently during our whole conversation Creepy Nepal Guy did not stop staring at me once…so roommate lets me use her key to get ready and stuff and then I go and get mine changed. I didn’t tell reception my suspicions yet because the woman at the desk speaks hardly any English and I want them to understand me perfectly, so I’m waiting for the English guy to come in. Although there isn’t much I can really do right now since I can’t actually prove that he took it. I will let them know though because he could be trouble. My old key shouldn’t work anymore so at least he can’t get into the room, though I still took everything of importance from my room, just in case; so my laptop, jewellery, birthday book, Andy’s birthday present, perfume and all my notes, and made sure everything else was locked in my case…the room appears untouched, so either he hasn’t attempted to get in or the key no longer works. Preferably both.

Anyways, then went on a huge trek about Lyon with the Danish guy which was a lot of fun. Wanted to go and see Toy Story Three but no such luck unfortunately. And I should be seeing a TLMD film, but again it’s in a place called “Place Raspail” which doesn’t seem to be on the map and there’s a storm coming and I don’t really want to be caught in an unknown part of Lyon with a storm going.

So tonight I am going to begin writing my project, well, the theatre side, and I really do feel like a proper sleep. Every day I miss Glasgow and I am counting down the days to Friday and Saturday when I can finally see everyone again…I read the messages in my birthday book again yesterday and nearly cried…I really, really love you guys. (: <3

EDIT: Just found out from reception last night that Nepalian guy has left for good. Excellent!