Friday 10 April 2009

When I Grow Up To Be A Man



Cher James,

Aujourd'hui nous ecrivons le blog en français, ainsi que La Femme Elf se sent la bienvenue. Je mirais mes favorites sur Youtube et j'ai encontrait cet abbomination là. Mais si on le pense, c'est pas trop mauvais. Il faut ne le penser.

J'ai commencé a écrir una carte au futur, a ton fils qui n'a pas nu encore. Il faut qu'il l'ouvre la journée de sa 18eme aniversaire. Ja vais faire una cassette aussi, et donc il faut que vous gardez un passe-cassettes pour le futur. Le retro, c'est chic, non?

Bon soir!

Dear Daniel,

let me get this straight: Today you're writing the brog in french, to welcome the Elf woman. You miraculously favoured Youtube and you connected with central european time, an abomination. But if you're pretentious, it's very cloudy. They're false, but not pretentious.

You've started to scribe on futuristic card and you find a £100 fills it, without the need to do it all over again. They're false: as if a tour round an art gallery takes 18 years! Ricky does and Australian tape, and false donkeys that you guard from outdated recording equipment are the future. The past, it's a woman, right?

Dear James,

I think you've just about got the gist of that. I´ve just heard that Backstreet Boys song again. My apologies.

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