Who is Poulette, I hear you ask?
Well, according to her about page she is… “a 28-year-old Australian girl living in Paris. Fashion lover. Mustard lover. Chicken lover.”
And, in her first post, Poulette in Paris, she says that… “I have named myself ‘Poulette’ for a combination of reasons, but whilst on the topic of all things food related, it’s primarily because I just love roast chicken. I really just bloody love it.”
Well, that makes sense….
“Secondly (and lets be real – no less importantly) because if you type poulette.com into your browser (go, on), you will find a very explicit warning page from what I have derived is that of an ‘adult’ website.”
“Thirdly, I am female and I work in fashion….”
I think I’m beginning to understand….
“Lastly, I’m Australian. I just realised this doesn’t actually relate in any way to why I so named myself. But I do feel it necessary to highlight the point.”
Yes, it all makes perfect sense now!
Poulette in Love….
Now that sounds like it ought to be the title of one of those films that I’m not allowed to watch when they come on the telly after my bedtime, doesn’t it?
In the first post Poulette complains that she… “told her Frenchman he was confusing, hypocritical and complicated.” And… “He completely agreed, and looked at me as if i had just payed him the grandest compliment in the world.”
Well, Poulette, I do’t like to say it but…. that’s the French for you!
And in the second post she says… “I don’t have sex on the brain (much)”
I think it’s cold shower time for you girl, I really do!
I don’t want to dwell on Poulette’s love life too much as it made me cry – I’m such a sensitive soul!
The Australian Bits….
Now, I’m not suggesting that being Australian gives one a different perspective on life.
How could I say such a thing; I’ve never been there (although I have spent quite a lot of time in Camden and Kings Cross where 90% of the world’s Australians seem to live these days?)
Poulette, though, obviously loves her homeland as she spends 22 hours in an airplane travelling to Australia, just to get sunburned!
But don’t despair, she does have a Coffee whilst she’s in that far off place!
And a chat with the waiter as well!
In Love Lost, Poulette is to be found in Australia wondering about… “the sexiest, most charming man I have ever seen.”
I’m not going to comment any further on that as…
a) It’s obvious that she’s never been to Brittany because all right thinking girlies know that Brittany is packed to the brim full of sexy charming men and
b) I’ll only start crying again – I’m such a sensitive soul!
I think that Poulette realises that the relationship may be a trifle trouble as she says in Sorry, I’m here! (still in Australia)…. “I miss my boyfriend. Alright, he’s not my boyfriend anymore, but I miss my sense of belonging to a world that is not my own. I miss that guy that dumped my arse on the cold wet concrete like a sac of potatoes that he didn’t care too much for in the first place!”
Does that suggest that some relationship counselling is in order?
Or perhaps Poulette should just get her botty back to France and discover some real men – the sort that live in Brittany, that is!
And, did you know (just as an aside), that if you search Google for totally unreliable French boy guess whose blog comes out top?
Out of 131,000 results!
There’s no point in living in France if you don’t learn to be French.
What many people don’t understand is that learning to be French has nothing to do with mastery of the language; it’s more to do with co-ordinating the right facial expressions and making the right gestures with your hands – and that’s something that can’t be taught in class!
Still, Poulette gives it a go and even though in Let the Lesson Begin she admits it’s… “Chaos” she doesn’t give up.
Then again, in Lunch in Paris we learn that when she should really be doing her French Homework, she’s busy reading cookery books.
Well, I suppose this is France, after all!
I wonder if that’s a valid excuse here in France?
Instead of “I’m sorry, Miss. My dog ate my homework!” do French children say.. “Sorry Miss, I was up all night reading the latest Olivier Roellinger recipe book.”
And, if so, do they get away with it?
Hangovers and other maladies…….
In Hangover from Hell Poulette observes that… “Holy cow am I hungover today. I need to get back to Paris just to detox.”
Now, that must be some serious hangover!
And, only the next day she says… I wanna know your name after casually picking up a stranger, this time in Paris.
Way to go, girl!
And just to prove it’s not all alcohol related, Poulette gets Sick in what she says is the… “worst non alcohol induced stomach bug she’s ever had!”
The dog poo bit!
Well, actually there isn’t very much about Paris Pavement Garnish in this blog.
There is a slight mention of her boyfriend stepping in some Back in Paris but I suspect he deserved it for being mean and horrible to Poulette and, oh dear, I’m starting to blubber again – I’m such a sensitive soul!
Mind you, if you wear white socks in Paris, you’re probably extra careful about the doggie plop business anyway.
But who, I hear you ask, wears white socks these days? Ummm….. I’m not saying anything! It’s all to do with A Cold Complaint anyway!
So, Summing up….
I love this blog and think that it’s very cruel of me to have only mentioned the bits about Poulette falling in and out of love or being sick.
But that’s me, really – totally cruel and heartless…. apart from those times when I’m crying my eyes out over some poor Australian girl’s tangled love life – I’m such a sensitive soul, really!
There’s really an awful lot more to the blog than just the love life stuff, and hey, you might even enjoy those bits.
If you do you, should really visit Poulette in Paris to find out all about it.
Wish me luck! I’m such a sensitive soul!
All the best