I don't suck...

I'm a little proud of this mention of badaude on http://czupcaks.tumblr.com/page/2. In fact, carve it on my headstone...

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[nancy]

cannot see the link...

[badaude]

Thanks for letting me know. I've tried to mend it but - if it still isn't working, copy and paste the url I've given instead...
xb

[nancy]

ok it works that way....but cool...so you keep bumping into jarvis cocker...that's cool, no?
nancy ;)

[badaude]

Oh - sadly that's not me - I think he's writing about someone else there - or maybe even it's Mr Cakis himself. I had real trouble with this link. I'm just not enough of a nerd to sort this one out (sigh) but it's worth tracing especially for the shared experience of Mamie's yoghurt someone posted in the comments box. You have to copy and paste the link then scroll down to find the Badaude bit.

[Mr Cakis Himself]

Here's a direct link to the post:

http://czupcaks.tumblr.com/post/40520642/from-badaude-a-rare-english-language-paris-blog

So you don't have to hunt through all my blather. Anyway, nice site! I like the illustrations and the writing.

[badaude]

Oh thank you - I like yours too and will add you to my blogroll. Incidentally, I DO keep on seeing someone around who looks like Jarvis Cocker; the cord suit, the big glasses, the height. But he really isn't. I've been up close to check.

[Mr Cakis Himself]

I'm pretty sure my Cocker is the real deal. The first time I saw him he was being interviewed by an English journalist in the back of L'Etoile Manquante, and the second time he was trying (it was kind of sweet) to impress the owner of San Francisco Books, who had no idea who he was and couldn't care less. But strangely enough I have also seen at least one pseudo-Cocker as well.

[badaude]

Maybe we all have a double. I used to have one at college. She looked very like me only her hair was a little more red. People used to mistake me for her in the library. We both acted and she sometimes went to the same auditions as me. I arrived as she was leaving or she came through the door as I went out. I saw her from time to time, across the street, walking in the opposite direction, but we never met.
On the other hand, the proliferation of Cocker clones in Paris is a little disturbing...
I also heart the SF Book Co and have spent many hours there on rainy afternoons, taking in the great smell of old paperbacks. But why was Jarvis trying to impress them?