The France Post: So Late It’s Hardly Relevant!
April 15th, 2008 by
TheMissingNin

“Ohai, this hell resturant?? I has a reservashun fur 300.”
Zing! not only was it an excuse to make a 300 joke, the cat was supposedly french! Double-appropriate, because 300 is always appropriate! So here it is, almost a week late. Let’s get it done in a single post too, so I can get on to talk about other things. A couple of disclaimers first. I can’t remember the names of french things, so expect me to give rather vague descriptions. I don’t have pictures yet, or rather, I’m too lazy to pull the stuff off the Nin-Cam and upload them, a harder task than it sounds.
So, mistake #1; I should’ve taken the Nin-top. The Ninstation Portable was just enough to keep myself hooked up to the internet, though I did have to haxxor a neighbours connection to get access, he didn’t realise until about thursday evening. The reason I couldn’t use the flat’s internet was because of the PSP’s capabilities, or lack thereof. I’m not going to harp on about it, it’s just shitty that they haven’t made the basic staples of the internet usable through the system, not to mention how terrible the internet radio feature is, and hell that was made by the Winamp people (not that they’ve made alot of good decisions lately). The Nintop would’ve provided everything I needed to get along with the country, my own source of broadcasted materials and an access to google-maps that certainly would’ve saved many an hour, and I could’ve even posted from there and not be limited to something like 250 characters a post (yeh, I tried). So consider this a peice of advice my fellow globetrotters, the price of insurance should never scare you from bringing your laptop with you, where ever you go.
I left with a whole heap of Euros in my pocket, and came back with a little less than what I left with. The immediate family thought that funny-money would be more useful than good old-fashioned GBP, so the loaded my Christmas and Birthday presents with the stuff, and left out the present. I figured that I should buy atleast some sort of souvenir. So I took a little trip to the Virgin Megastore, the one on the huge fucking street with the glass pyramid at the bottom and the twin-pillar-thingey at the top, the one with all the really fucking expensive shops that have bouncers at the door - yeh, that one. I was blown the fuck away. It was amazing, even if half the shit they sold I couldn’t understand. The Virgin megastores in france sell EVERYTHING you could want. They have a book section, half of which is dominated for comics and manga. And they sell CCG’s. They have a huge monolithic wall of cards that caught me off guard, right next to the checkout. I stared quite a while in awe, and the dude at the register looked at me funny. They have Wii’s too, alot of them, and when I saw the abundant stack I had a fleeting thought that I could actually buy one…… but then I put my wallet away. Anyway, getting back to the point - my souvenir was Condemned 2. I know that that’s not very ‘french’, but the boxart and manual are in french, and atleast this way I doubt I’ll be able to trade it in at gamestation.
As a side note, I should note that I got Condemned on a Thursday, not a Friday like I would have back here. That’s pretty awesome. And as another point of clarification - this Virgin megastore was the answer as to why I never saw a single independant game shop the entire time I was there.
They’re really gay for anime down there, so much that it makes me really dissapointed, thinking about our little island. The do it right by marketing it to the right people. The mainstream animes; Bleach, DBZ, and Naruto (They are REALLY gay for Naruto) are marketed towards the middle teen bracket of 14-17, which is really pretty cool, considering the dicks over here want to sell it to 9-12 year olds. I don’t know how the dubbing’s like, but hey, It can’t be worse than 4kids. On the amount of episodes, they’re light-years ahead; atleast 75 episodes ahead in naruto and bleach, and they have all of DB, DBZ and DBGT translated. Best part - that’s ALL on the DVD racks at their local virgin megastore. TCG’s too - I saw three VERY prominent contenders, surprisingly Naruto and Dragonball card games, along with the usual MTG. It really looks like they’ve brought up their kids on comics, unlike us. There were comics EVERYWHERE, and EVERYONE was buying them. All in all, a french nerd, is a happy nerd.
I guess that’s sort of my ‘problem’ with france, is that it’s french, and there’s no way around it. If the country spoke english exclusively, then it would have been super-awesome, but they don’t. I think it goes back to when the scottish education system decided to shove the stupid language down our throats. Here’s a tip, when you’re french teacher tries to justify her teaching saying that ‘maybe you want to go to france one day’, she’s a fucking lier. You don’t need to know shit to get along in that country. I mean hell, we survived in a chinese resturant where chinese was the first language, and the staff spoke next to shit all french and we managed to order a fucking awesome meal.
Speaking of, the food, now that I look back, was fucking amazing. The french don’t seem to have their own cuisine, like the germans have sausages, like we have haggiss, neeps, and tatties, and like the chinese have chinese. They seem to roll with the basic shit and add a dash of… something to it. I had the most fucking awesomest steak I’ve ever fucking had in my entire fucking life down there, and I’ll never forget that. The aforementioned chinese also graced me with the most awesomest noodle soup I’ve ever tasted. A tip for resturant goers, the food will be relatively cheap, but they’ll rape you in your jet-lagged anus on the drinks; for instance, a 1L bottle of evian is about £4. I do have some problems with their food tho, Mainly that alot of their meals consist of bread, cheese and ham. They’re pretty gay for bread, and without the butter for some fucked up reason. You could topple that country by taking out their bread supply. I don’t think I’ll be able to stomach a meal consisting of their holy trinity for a couple of months now.
I should clear something up. Alot of the stereotypes are true; some horrifically. They do eat snails. Infact they sell them on the street along with a fuckton of oysters and other exotic shellfish. The women aren’t very attractive (and I say this having very low standards myself), I’ve never seen a place with such an epidemic of girls with man-face and guys with girl-face, it’s rather creepy. And the people seem somewhat… Lazy. The underground is a fucking nightmare, the kind that never wants you to travel again. Though I did see a stop on one of the many routes called ‘Bel-Air’. I appropriately geeked out.
Surprisingly, we went to the cinema alot. There’s alot more english films showing than I was led to believe before the trip. We saw 3:10 to Yuma, The Darjeeling Limited and The Oxford Murders. Yuma was awesome, so awesome that it was the second time I saw it, the first being on DVD, which just goes to show how fucked up the release schedule is over there. The Oxford Murders was enjoyable, and showed a bit of tit, which is never a bad thing. It was like a Brit version of Numb3rs, only with lots of weird looking people, which I’m sure was the director’s intention. And The Darjeeling Limited was… well, it was pretty damn beautiful, I’ve got it on my Lovefilm list to watch again.
So there you have it, a slightly delayed interpretation of an unforgetable trip to Paris. Join me next time as I get back to gaming proper and tell you the slightly embarrasing reason why this post was extremely late, and maybe some comments on how brutally beautiful Condemned 2 is, along with how I would have made the game. Want a small preview? Have you ever put someones head into factory machinery, pressed down real hard, and smiled afterwords? I did.
Rember kids, comments are closed, so drop me an email if you’d like to comment!
Posted in Heading Out |
No Comments »
