I love Amélie, but I do remember that soundtrack drove me insane. The accordeon is not the most sexy instrument. Losing your virginity to Yann Thiersen would be kind of traumatic, IMO.

LOVE THIS. Is there any chance of it coming out in Europe as well? At least we don't have the crazies burning down movie theaters if they're showing a movie about abortion.

Allright, allright. I hate headbands on babies, EXCEPT on this one :)

Oh God, I'm sure my cousin, who had a baby a month ago, will be exactly like that. I love her, but the woman has no taste. So far I have given her a cashmere hat and all these adorable French onesies, but I have this feeling it's all going straight into the back of the closet. Well, it's her baby of course. But I sort…

The link doesn't work... I'm actually kind of relieved :)

WHY do people put these horrible headbands on their babies? We can tell it's a girl from the flowery dress, no need to make the poor kid look even more like an easter egg.

I'm afraid most croquettes over here are filled with a mix of leftovers from slaughtered meat :(
There is one butcher in Amsterdam that makes the real thing, sort of what you described I think!

Eddie Izzard! (right?)

My mom used to make something really similar when I was little, only with croissant dough and KitKats. Was fabulous. I guess we could have been rich :(

I know this won't look as disgusting, but it's not chicken or anything solid in there. A 'kroket' is a gross Dutch specialty which is basically a deep-fried crust with a bunch of paté-style, completely unrecognizable meat inside. McDonalds Holland decided to put it on a bun: success!
Just looking at it makes me gag.

Did you time-travel from 1950? Who cares if you're married or not?!

Oh wow, I just checked his Wiki page and yes, he seems like a massive twat. Funny thing is it doesn't really surprise me: there always seems to be something dark lurking underneath that attractive face. This explains as well why I always fall in love with assholes.

YES the Supersizers! Love them, especially the male presenter (can't think of his name right now... Giles?). The Victorian and 1920's episodes are my favorites.

Where I live it's finally getting a LITTLE warmer. Which means everyone's completely losing their shit: sitting outside cafe's clutching their drinks, shivering in the weak sunshine. But I'm doing it too: especially wearing open shoes (with leggings under my pants). I too am sick of wearing boots, even if it means…

I refuse to believe that.

Apparently you could back in the eighties :)

Slightly different story: when I was little we had a neighbor (a sweet old lady) that hated cats. She used to go to the city zoo to get a bag of Tiger Shit, which she would toss in her garden. All the cats in the neighborhood would be like "We're NOT going in there, son."

Jesus fucking Christ.
I thought I had it bad after I had to scrape a partially decomposed mouse out of a closet with a spoon a couple of days ago. This thing is a monster!

Swim right in, indeed.