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02 November 2011 @ 11:44 pm
Not really Nano ...  
As suspected, day one word count: 532. Day two so far: 0. But I have not gone to bed yet!

Instead I have spent today at the physio (the opposite tendon to my wretched one has gone out in sympathy, it'll be fine with a bit of work), riding my lovely bicycle (which my physio wants me to leave to her in my will and which will have its own post with pix very soon!), having a nap, going to my ukulele lesson and learning how to play the blues (ba bowowow-wah), and then having a good old sweat at the gym.

On the bus coming back from ukulele class, a French boy was trying to pick up the Italian girl behind him with little luck. He was very beautiful, and she was lovely, but if I understood her conversation with her friend (in Italian, so my comprehension was patchy, but miles ahead of French boy's), she thought he was a student and therefore probably immature. I thought he was nice because he gave me a huge smile when he caught my eye after I'd been cuddling my soprano ukulele quietly in the corner seat.

They made some light conversation during which it came out that he was studying film-making, of course. Then a couple got on the bus, both a little older than me. She looked tired and I saw her shoulders slump as she realised there were no seats. I was wedged into my seat with two ukuleles and a giant bag full of music, while she had nothing to carry, so I decided I had more need this time, but beautiful French boy leapt to his feet and said, 'Please, madam, do sit down.'

She thanked him, and the rest of us nearby gave him the smile and nod of 'What a good young person!'

Italian girl looked up at him, as he was now standing beside her in the aisle. 'That was very kind! Not many young men give up seats for women.'

'My parents would be ashamed of me if I did not,' he replied, with a smile.

'Still, it was very good of you. So what do you do at film school? Have you made any films?'

'I'm studying to be a director. And yes, I have! I was just looking at the last one on my phone. Would you like to see it? It's only six minutes long.'

She thought about it for a moment, then reached out a hand, smiling. 'Yes, thank you.'

When I left the bus, Italian girl and friend were chatting animatedly with French boy, phone numbers had been exchanged, and there were plans for drinks. If you are a parent whose teenaged sons find it hard to hold onto their manners, remind them it could one day result in a date with a hot Italian girl if they play their cards right!

Right, off for a quick bath and then an attempt at some words before unconsciousness. Wish I had a scene planned where the lead characters were knackered with a sore foot, I'd rock that right now!
la_marianela_mariane on November 2nd, 2011 12:58 pm (UTC)
Famn! It seems all the good French boys are emigrating! :D
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 2nd, 2011 01:03 pm (UTC)
It's all right, he is just over here for a short course ;-) (You can learn a lot about a person during the course of a bus ride.)
la_marianela_mariane on November 2nd, 2011 01:06 pm (UTC)
Too bad I live in a very rural area : no bus system!
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 2nd, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)
Lack of easy meetings with hot boys is the trade off for your breathable air and beautiful environment!
κάτι τρέχει στα γύφτικα_inbetween_ on November 2nd, 2011 01:43 pm (UTC)
Better than minus 1468. Especially considering that anything that seems to happen in your vicinity always sounds like a film script or a novel when you retell it, and not like something anybody else might witness!
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 2nd, 2011 03:47 pm (UTC)
Poor darling woman! How is the puppy? I have been keeping my fingers crossed for it, very tightly! And the words will come back, differently and probably better for their journey into the unknown, which always seems to end up the case when computer says no to anything I type into it.

I think that Beautiful French Boy might be at that stage in his life where everything he does could be from his own personal script or novel, but I confess that it is much easier to represent the world thusly when you have the option of closely editing down the bits that you repeat – the 15 minutes of 'So, is film school interesting?' and 'Have you been to New Zealand?' that constituted most of their post-film sharing banter was excluded ;-)
κάτι τρέχει στα γύφτικα_inbetween_ on November 2nd, 2011 04:18 pm (UTC)
I didn't dare to jinx it but thereshopethesacrificeworkedididntsayanything!

blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:05 am (UTC)
I will keep my fingers crossed, even if it is dire for typing!
κάτι τρέχει στα γύφτικα_inbetween_ on November 3rd, 2011 11:21 am (UTC)
He might even come home tomorrow already! Feverish now (yay immune system? I decided to say) but finding everything interesting and amusing, the little bugger. Still knocking on wood (and wishing I could introduce him to my cats but then I am out one coat and my boots already, needing to chemically clean them just in case).
oldenuf2nboldenuf2nb on November 2nd, 2011 05:52 pm (UTC)
My daughter would snatch up French boy in a heartbeat; I fear in America we left manners out of the curriculum. It's very sad.

I should amend this by adding; unless they are a member of the military. Those are the most polite young people I've ever met. Although they make me feel very old when they call me 'ma'am'.

Edited at 2011-11-02 06:06 pm (UTC)
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:09 am (UTC)
I went out with an American boy who had grown up in the military and who also served, he was a delight! And, alas, had the politics of an insane person …

There are delightful young American people, I meet them all the time outside America. I think the problem is that most of them are compulsive travellers, and the rude ones are left at home.
Meredythmeredyth_13 on November 2nd, 2011 06:10 pm (UTC)
Best moral lesson evah! I approve. :D

Also *glomp*

Miss you, beautiful one. Still planning that phone call, but my life is currently made of slightly crazy. And sweet Columbian / Spanish sound recordists. >.>

Long story.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:10 am (UTC)
BWAHAHAHAHA! LOVE IT! I want to hear the WHOLE story. And after next week I will have a lot more time for th most of the rest of the year, so no rush. I'll be around.

Miss you too!
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blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:17 am (UTC)
HEE! I will admit that the Jane Austen Self Improvement Program has left much of my everyday existence sounding a bit wacky of late, but that's all right by me. And there are a lot of international students at the uni where my ukulele class is, so it is often a very polyglot bus ride – good practise for my French and Italian eavesdropping!
mrsquizzicalmrsquizzical on November 2nd, 2011 09:03 pm (UTC)
what a wonderful story!
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:18 am (UTC)
I hope they have a lovely little holiday romance, they looked fabulous and were about the same age, so the odds are good :-)
Nennenenne on November 2nd, 2011 09:32 pm (UTC)
I sure will remember the story and teach my sons the importanse of being polite. :D
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:18 am (UTC)
Your sons will be a delight regardless, but yes, impressing girls is an excellent reason to maintain good manners :-)
Nennenenne on November 3rd, 2011 05:59 pm (UTC)
That was a lovely thing to say. Thank you. :)
dylansbuzz: HP triodylansbuzz on November 3rd, 2011 02:45 am (UTC)
If I lived anywhere with a decent transit system, I'd probably sit on the bus and eavesdrop - openly, and without shame - all day. :)
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:25 am (UTC)
It is all I can do to stop myself :-)
illereynillereyn on November 3rd, 2011 03:47 am (UTC)
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:26 am (UTC)
They were v cute!
Hueyphoenixacid on November 3rd, 2011 04:30 am (UTC)
Why are there no polite French boys on my bus?
blamebramptonblamebrampton on November 3rd, 2011 11:26 am (UTC)
You are on the wrong bus!
wedjateyewedjateye on November 4th, 2011 02:14 am (UTC)
What a lovely story. I have three sons. The oldest is only five but I'll try to remember this story for a few years time when girls actually register as beings they want more from than the chance to borrow their dolls for novelty value. (I feel compelled to add I would buy dolls for them but when I take them to that section of the toyshop they look at me blankly and say 'can we go look at the trucks now?' Clearly it's only *other* kids' dolls that have any appeal.)