terse & at large

GRRRRR. Arrrgh. And sometimes a travel log.

Monday, August 23, 2004


Was up at 5 am this morning in between bouts of awakeness and sleep when I received a message from someone from France who thought she knew me. Hence the title.

The state I was in, I wasn't sure if said person was the missus's cousin or someone who's a complete stranger to me. I decided to play it safe: "Sorry, non parlez Francaise."

"Ha, d'accord. I think maybe you're not my friend, Thierry..."

"Er, yes, I think it too."


Ah, the anonymity of the internet.


Although I suppose my name could be Thierry if I were French.


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