33 Ryde, Australia
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My self-summary
I've travelled so much I don't even know where I come from any more. I grew up in France, where everybody drinks wine while waving white flags. No really they do. Then I dodged a hundred mimes on my way to the airport, and finally caught my plane to Australia where I started missing the wine, the white flags, and the cheese. Then I woke up one day, quit my job and travelled to Asia where I would drink Guinness and eat baguettes. Imagine my lack of surprise when I came back to...

choose your own adventure

A different Australian prime minister

The train ticket guy in Sydney literally throwing the change at me

A city in which Matt Damon could perhaps grow potatoes
What I’m doing with my life
Falling off volcanoes. I fell from the sky holding on to little else than a large piece of thin fabric in an attempt to keep myself away from certain death. You'd think all that would hurt you but actually, riding a cute little bicycle is what gets you these scars. I try to make good use of my travel insurance.

When I'm not busy getting injured, I work as a translator.
I’m really good at
Confusing my fellow citizens about my origins. Days of watching British TV, working with Americans, living in Australia and speaking French to family have enriched my accent a little bit.

Walking from Malaysia to the hotel in Singapore - the Malaysian side passport checkpoint is entirely optional if you're willing to J-walk across 8 lanes of traffic. The Singaporean side allowed me to stay in the custom officer's booth like a junior assistant for 10 minutes to let me re-fill the correct entry form.
The first things people usually notice about me
"Hey, you're not actually wavin.. OH MY GOD your face !" If you send me a message, I am happy to tell you the whole story.

Ok don't worry, it's been years now and my face is fine. If you still thinks it looks strange, it could be that I was born with it.

You might notice instead an atypical bouquet of my appreciation for the absurd, notes of my quirkily exuberant demeanour laced with slightly cynical undertones. The finish gives way to amusing personal encounters.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
In Bruges. There's something really dark about this movie that I thoroughly enjoyed. If you haven't seen it and you enjoy dark humour, the less you know about it the better. Procure it immediately.

Game of Thrones - No, I don't think Jon Snow is coming back.

"Previously on AMC's the Walking Dead... *DUNN*" :

"Carl! Calr! Coral! Coral!"
Perhaps Carl's character lacks dimension (aye aye? see what I did there)

Why doesn't everybody just wear motorcycle jackets (they might be bite proof). Daryl has a leather jacket but keeps it sleeveless in case the producers decide they've had enough of him.
The six things I could never do without

A series of tubes

Green tea ice cream


Kerbal Space Program

Possibly you
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Things Jon Snow knows.


Where the hobbitses are being taken.

Why M&M's melt in my hand when the commercial clearly said they wouldn't.

Why Japanese police has so much free time. I once walked in a post office to withdraw some cash, and about 15 police officers were crammed in, dusting the ATM for fingerprints. I asked about it and the ranking officer told me a 'stalker stole the money'.

A few (nice) Japanese policemen who attempted to re-inflate my bicycle tire. They had a pump, but nobody (including me) could figure out how to use it, devolving into a comical situation where the ranking officer shows up and asks wtf the subordinate was doing, only to attempt it themselves and fail. In comes their ranking officer... Rinse and repeat 3 times.

Tart. You are what you eat.

That middle-aged man from my university days who looked liked he came from Victorian England. He even had a pocket watch! I'm pretty sure he's a time traveller who got stranded in 2004. Must be why he spent so much time in the library's physics section...
On a typical Friday night I am

Meticulously pouring a Guinness.

Ruining my face.

Booking the next appointment with the Red Cross because someone has to help those motorcyclists who have yet to realise that the only barrier between your blood and the road is that thin, easily tearable bag of skin.

Catching up on a fun TV show - Damn Chuck and his space blankets, what's wrong with the University of American Samoa?
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I suffer from a poorly understood but genuinely awesome genetic condition, the photic sneeze reflex.
You should message me if
You are not the 'stalker' in question.