Am I the only one who puts on the French subtitles when watching old black-&-white movies in order to call up the gap-toothed, head-waggling spirit of Freddy Mitterand?
Ah Freddy. In my recent time spend in Paris, it was saddening to see that Freddy has bloated out and sagged and moved on from recherche film appreciation to political and cultural analysis at large. The young twerp lies buried alive in a mass of fat and relevance. You're better off with your memories. Speaking of media personalities, did I mention that Kursty Lang (Pat's oldest daughter, who's heroin addict friend came to stay with us in Malagny) is now a fixture on BBC World News? She looks and sounds like what she is, an odd hybrid of Pat's daffiness and enthusiasm and Jeremy's arrogance and conceit.
The only thing I remember about meeting Kirsty was that she (affectionately) told her father to sod off, which I thought was very spunky and British. I didn’t even remember what she looked like, but the picture I found on Google was definitely Pat’s daughter, especially the eyes. I suppose someone has read the BBC news. I remember the other, younger, blonde daughter, Juss I believe, and her classic Brittishism, “Oh Mummy, I haven’t had a sweetie in ages.” I remember our night out with junkie Rupert, too. I drove the Lang’s car—for some reason Tracy wasn’t there, she was working or something, and there was some sort of unpleasantness about Firestone’s driver’s license. It was the first time I'd driven a car in two years. My one and only visual memory of Jeremy Lang is of him standing in the driveway watching me drive his car away.
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Ah Freddy. In my recent time spend in Paris, it was saddening to see that Freddy has bloated out and sagged and moved on from recherche film appreciation to political and cultural analysis at large. The young twerp lies buried alive in a mass of fat and relevance. You're better off with your memories.
Speaking of media personalities, did I mention that Kursty Lang (Pat's oldest daughter, who's heroin addict friend came to stay with us in Malagny) is now a fixture on BBC World News? She looks and sounds like what she is, an odd hybrid of Pat's daffiness and enthusiasm and Jeremy's arrogance and conceit.
The only thing I remember about meeting Kirsty was that she (affectionately) told her father to sod off, which I thought was very spunky and British. I didn’t even remember what she looked like, but the picture I found on Google was definitely Pat’s daughter, especially the eyes. I suppose someone has read the BBC news. I remember the other, younger, blonde daughter, Juss I believe, and her classic Brittishism, “Oh Mummy, I haven’t had a sweetie in ages.” I remember our night out with junkie Rupert, too. I drove the Lang’s car—for some reason Tracy wasn’t there, she was working or something, and there was some sort of unpleasantness about Firestone’s driver’s license. It was the first time I'd driven a car in two years. My one and only visual memory of Jeremy Lang is of him standing in the driveway watching me drive his car away.
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