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My dad worked out that I was conceived in Paris (thanks, Dad!). What do they listen to in France? Just Zhonnee 'Alleeday isn't it?
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'Moments in Love' by Art of Noise is a good sexy tune. For me it's all about being on a bed somewhere in a Latin American city. Maybe, you're on a business trip and you've got a spare day. You get up late and head to a bar because it's so hot. Have a few beers, smoke some fags, but you run out. So you head out onto the street around 3 or 4 pm to buy some fags, and it's kind of quiet, and a really crisp light wind takes the sweat off your forehead. There's a sound of traffic, but no cars on the road you're on, just people on bikes.
So you head down to the nearest grocery looking shop, your shirt half undone so that light wind can get all round your upper body. Sunglasses in hand rather than on your face, because the row of shops are shading you from the direct sunlight. The beer has't made you too drowsy, it's just relaxed you, and you've got a sense of comfort and familiarity with your surroundings even though you've never been on the road before. Those 'we're all the same really' thoughts are washing over you, and you may as well be walking down the street where you played as a child. You go in the first shop you see.
It's a really dark compared to outside, so your eyes have to adjust for a moment. A smallish shop but it has a couple of aisles, full of cakes and biscuits that look similar to things from home, but you know would taste completely different to how you'd expect, and would probably be a bit disgusting. A cat is crouching under the newspaper rack, tucked in paws, eyes closed, nose nearly touching the cool tiled floor. You take a can of coke from a fridge, something that looks like paracetamol for the headache that you'll probably have in the evening. Some percussion heavy samba type music is playing faintly from a knackered tape recorder on top of the chiller food cabinet. A fan slowly rotates above your head.
You take your stuff over to the counter, and there she is, sitting, staring out the window. She's behind the counter, and is resting her chin on her palm, with her elbow on a small table that features an upturned book. Long black hair is half heartedly pinned up, but falls to frame her face. She looks a bit like that chick off the zovirax advert (the one with the motorcycle helmet), but her features are softer. You kind of approach the counter a bit slower when you see her, not wanting to disturb her because you don't want to change the scene. She probably knows you're there, watching her daydreaming, but she's comfortable, and you think maybe she continues to pose like that for your benefit (this is unlikely).
She looks over at you in (fake?) surprise, noticing you for the first time. She stands up and touches her forehead, closes her eyes and smiles gently; a gesture that is kind of like an apology for being lost in daydreams. You laugh back and curl you lips in a way that says "it's okay, I know, life is like that", and then she breaks into a beautiful huge smile, brushes the black hair away from her face and tucks it behind her ear, and looks down at the floor, sheepish, embarrased slightly. You notice her dress; simple cotton with a small red flower print. It's thin, and she's wearing a bra. You're flattered, and the general wellbeing you feel is increased to the point of almost euphoria, and you lean onto the counter, without a thought in your head.
She laughs again and looks at you as if now she's trying to compose her face into the correct expression for doing her job, but she can't because the corners of her mouth keep twitching slightly, and you laugh and she laughs back again and says something that you can't understand. She leans onto the counter and you look in her eyes. They're really dark brown (as you'd expect), but flecked with a cappucino colour. There's like a whole coffee galaxy there that you seem to fully explore in a split second. You notice her iris expands slightly, and you think you feel yours do the same. You can smell her perfume, and it's a fresh scent, not floral or musky. Kind of like cut grass or freshly washed clothes in a summer breeze. You keep looking at each other and you're really aware of the music, and you can feel the cat staring into the back of your head like it's saying 'dude, you better not touch her', and you know you aren't going to touch her but you can't believe this situation.
Then your hand is on her face, but you didn't put it there, it just raised by itself. She purses her lips a little, a flicker of worry as her eyes dart back to window, as if she's taking one last look at reality before it all changes. It's your turn to look downwards and smile in an embarrased way, but when you look back up, she's looking straight at you with different eyes, and the shy girl is gone and even though you've not yet said anything yet she raises her hand and holds yours against her face.
She leads you to a door near the chiller cabinet, and up some steep seeming steps. Her room is kind of bare. She pulls her dress off in a single flowing motion.
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quote:Originally posted by Vogon Poetess: My dad worked out that I was conceived in Paris (thanks, Dad!). What do they listen to in France? Just Zhonnee 'Alleeday isn't it?
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Apparently I was conceived to 'under pressure' by queen and david bowie. There's some comedy mileage in that, I'll warrant.
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Wait, I don't know if I was actually conceived to that song. Just it was number one at the time. Just want to get that clear. It's not like I asked my Mum or anything, that would be weird.
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You reached over with your hand and knocked my Jap over
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kudos to benway. That is a sweet little daydream. I heart it totally.
[geye]You know, I once fell in love with a girl I had a dream about when I was 15. Her name was Claire and she was french, she had shortish blond hair. The dream clawed it's way into whatever hormone activates the "love" feeling and just etched her right in it... the bastard.
It was totally unrequited, because she existed only in my head. But the feelings when I woke up were well strong, I couldn't shake them off for months. I used to try and meet her again when I slept but it never worked.. Man. I can still kinda remember what she looked like and it's 19 years ago and it was just a dream.[/geye]
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quote:Originally posted by New Way Of Decay: You failed to score with a girl you actually created? What a sucky story.
Yeah - it's tough isn't it. The last time that happened to me I had to follow the bitch all the way to the North Pole after the incident with the blind guy, and still didn't get any.
I was about, oh, I don't know, 10 or something when the Sega Mega Drive was launched and, with it, Sonic the Hedgehog. I had a crush on him for a few years, which was a bit tough because he doesn't exist either.
Ahh, existential love. Heavenly. Perfect. Spikey.
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#1 when I was born was Abba, The Name of the Game.
Around the time I was conceived was David Soul, Don't Give Up On Us, though I doubt this was the actual soundtrack as I was conceived in Tahiti.
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Gold..... What is it good for? You can't eat it, you can't smoke it, yet everybody wants it.
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quote:Originally posted by jonesy999: I know without looking that I have the worst:
Donny Osmond - Puppy Love.
Me too. Good grief, how uncool is that?
I was conceived to Rod Stewart's Maggie May.
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Mine was, apparently: Slade - Coz I Luv You.
Not having ever heard of the song, let's look at some of the lovely lyrics:
quote: I won't laugh at you when you boo-hoo-hoo coz I luv you I can turn my back on the things you lack coz I luv you I just like the things you do mmm, don't you change the things you do mmm You get me in a spot and smile the smile you got and I luv you You make me out a clown then you put me down I still luv you I just like the things you do mmm, don't you change the things you do mmmm
When you bite your lip you're gonna flip your flip but I luv you When we're miles apart you still reach my heart how I love you I just like the things you do mmm, don't you change the things you do mmm, Only time can tell if we get on well coz I luv you All that's passed us by we can only sigh hihi coz I luv you I just like the things you do mmm, don't you change the things you do mmm.
la la laa la la..
It just might be the suckiest song ever. At least based on lyrics alone. I'm gagging a little bit at the luv overload.
For what it's worth, the US #1 when I was born was Family Affair by Sly and the Family Stone. Though the site where I got that also suggests that the song that was #1 on your 18th birthday is somehow the soundtrack to your life.
If that's the case, the soundtrack to my life is either We didn't start the fire by Billy Joel (US #1) or Let's Party by Jive Bunny (UK #1).
Therefore, my amalgamated theme song: We didn't start the party by Billy Bunny. Apparently.
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quote:Originally posted by Darryn.R: The Slade song isn't a slow song Froop, it's a stomper.
Wasn't that one (Coz I Luv You) used on a TV advert recently? Seem to vaguely remember an old Ford Transit being involved? May actually have been a Ford Transit advert in fact.
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