This year: my favorite blog post - (so far). God knows I struggle to defy the subtle surge and swell of it all, but I remain a recruit-able sucker for the tersely romantic narrative.
"I'm reaching out to wizzy Kid d'C. Who are you? Inebriated & Iniquitous minds want to know." ;)
C-Kid, wanna hetero-elope to Saint Tropez? We can wedgy-raid goony Gazprom f*cks afore their summer sable-furred wives for the cheap kick of it all. Non? I swear, it's not a riot but it kills time nicely while awaiting the complimentary hotel limo to shuttle us down the twilit hill from Messardiere to mistralled Chez Josef. After that, well that's when it all suddenly and seditiously becomes a ridiculous riot. Fail safe, and completely Provençalian at that.