Dear Eddie Today is my favourite day of the year. Why ? Because I live in Cannes and today is the last day before the Cannes Film Festival. It’s the last day before Cannes steals the attention of all wars, disasters and crises in the world for 10 days. It’s the last day before the city is flooded with tourists, it’s the last day before it becomes impossible to get a table at a restaurant,...
rabidly-mocking-the-week asked: I can't believe I'm only just saying this to you, but I love your blog!
Dear Eddie. Today, I was at a café with a few friends, dicking around, talking about our next “big project” like we always do when my friend Matisse who was sitting right next to me said “Yeah, it should be fun, I just wish I wasn’t the only boy.” so I calmy pointed out that, you know, I’m here too. To which he answered “yeah, but you know what I...
Anonymous asked: Hello. I was just wondering if Eddie knows about your Tumblr page?
Dear Eddie, All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy is still pretty fun ‘cause at least I’m not bored senseless. I don’t really know where I’m going with this but I thought I should write it somewhere. I am currently at the train station, I have enough cigarettes to survive world war 3, I’m listening to Bach, everything is greyer than the London sky and I love it. Apart from the 3 very loud...
rabidly-mocking-the-week asked: Hello :) was just wondering how you got to meet Eddie Izzard? Did he do a meet and greet thing after his show?
Dear Eddie I never would have thought meeting you would be such a stressful thing for me. First of all, your show was just perfect. I had an amazing time. But that’s not what I’m here to talk about, you already know how good you are at your job. I’m here to thank you for the way you reacted to me. Just in case you’re wondering, I was the almost catatonic kid you hugged...
allonsyalondra asked: I can't even begin to express how much I love you blog.
Dear Eddie. Dysphoria. Or rather gender dysphoria. Strike that - I don’t have to choose. My dysphoria doesn’t have to be restricted like that. I can be a miserable grumpy bugger every minute of everyday if I want to and my dysphoria doesn’t have to be caused by my gender or body or sexuality. Even though it probably is. When I wake up feeling like me, like Archie, I should be able to just go out...
Dear Eddie, “Everything will be all right in the end… if it’s not all right then it’s not yet the end.” (The best Exotic Marigold hotel) Bull-fucking-shit. Remember the last time I was here, when I said I didn’t hate my life that much and it was kind of like a bad hair day ? Well again, bull-fucking-shit, sir. I hate my life, I fucking hate it. I’m stuck, nothing moves, nothing...
Dear Eddie Yes, Santa Claus is coming to town. Again. It’s been too long since the last time I’ve wasted my time here. A lot has happened. I realised I might not hate the world just as much as I thought, I think a very nice woman offered me the job of my dreams, I hate christmas yet I wear a Santa hat that has Yoda ears sticking out of it, in a few hours I will officially have...
angel-bug09 asked: I stumbled across your blog doing a search for Chagall...how gorgeous! Both your words and darling Eddie!
Dear Eddie You tell yourself that words, actions can’t get to you. That you’re stronger, better than this. That humanity is too week to tear you down. It’s never quite true, is it ? It never is. Nothing replaces or recaptures the first few years of your life, when nothing is wrong, nothing worries you. These times where nothing is bad. You live in a world of innocence, and...
Dear Eddie Well, It’s late, in the night. Here I am, once again. My index finger slightly bloody, my hands covered in paint. I don’t actually know why I’m bleeding but that’s not important. I want to go home, yet, I already am home. Or what they call home anyway. It’s a house, a place to live, that doesn’t make it “home”. I hate this. I want...
Dear Eddie. Where do I even beggin to explain how I feel right now ? Well, I guess, I don’t. Because I’d have to understand or at least know how I feel to wright it down. And I am completely fucking lost. I feel quite good but I still hate everything like when I didn’t feel ok. My pesimistic brain is tricking me into thinking I don’t feel great when I do. Apart...
Dear Eddie, I’ve been listening to Patrick Watson a lot lately and I don’t know if this has anything to do with it, but I constantly feel like crying. But good crying. In a weird way. Like, I might be watching an episode of 30 Rock and find it funny, but my brain will find it so funny that it is beautiful how much talent Tina Fey has and that will make me want to cry. Of course, I...
Dear Eddie. As Freddy Mercury once said; I’m going slightly mad. I’ve been painting and hating a lot these days. I feel I should explain the hating part. I’ve been painting on big canvas. Everytime I’d finish a painting or sometimes even right before I’d finish the painting I’d realize I fucking hated it and paint it over. Just cover it in black paint. Or...
Dear Eddie. You know that feeling, when you wakeup on a cloudy day and you feel like you’re gonna have to carry the whole world on your shoulders all day long ? How some mornings feel heavy ? How you’re trapped, because you wanna go out. To buy cigarettes, to have lunch, just to get some fresh air, but you can’t face what’s waiting for you outside. So you stay...
Dear Eddie. Oh how great can laying on the floor hungover eating and watching American TV shows feel. Praise the immaginairy friend in the sky for creating cold floors for hot sunday mornings. Wait. What day is it ? Is it even sunday ? Meh. Probably. See ? I don’t need a bed to lie down and I don’t need another human to have a conversation with because I can ask...
Dear Eddie. First of all, I’m so excited about Force Majeure. I know I’m a little late but I’ve been pretty busy and I didn’t have time to write about how I can’t wait for this. Also my laptop’s battery died. I’ve been looking for a new job. It did not work out. Also, I’m am so proud of what you’re doing. A friend made fun of me the other day, because of the way I was telling her that you’d...
Dear Eddie. Today was a good day. I went to a political meeting. Jean Luc Melenchon, he’s like the ultimate left wing candidate here. We were 120 000 to listen to him in Marseille. We went there with the party’s bus. It was mental. And it was great. Moving on. I didn’t write lately. Stuff has happened. But not really interesting stuff. I got in touch with my classmates...
Dear Eddie. “William Shakespeare” is the anagram of “I’ll make a wise phrase”. I’m so bored I’m actually making lists of anagrams. I usually don’t do anything on mondays and tuesdays and then I find something for every other day of the week. Today is wednesday and I can’t find a single thing to do. Nothing. I need a job. In the past month I...
Dear Eddie. I lost faith in this world. I lost hope for this world. I don’t know if I actually ever had any faith or hope, but if I had, it vanished. Where to start ? Some wanker stole my phone and threatened me the other day. (I’m fine, by the way. I hit him with my skateboard.) One of my friends got mugged, another gets harrassed every because she’s a lesbian. The human...
Dear Eddie. Thank you. I don’t think I could say it better with all the words in the world. Thank you for everything. You have changed my life in such a beautiful way, with your comedy, your movies, your generosity, your determination and your confidence. You brought me laughter through tough and strange times, You made me think, you made me believe in myself. You made me understand I was...
Dear Eddie. How was your birthday ? I don’t expect an answer. It just seemed polite to ask. I think if you actually answered, saying “It was fine, thank you.” or anything else, I’d be horrifyed. I just got my computer back. The charger was broken, I had to get another one off the internet. It got here this morning. No computer for three days. I thought I was going to...
Dear Eddie. Happy birthday ! Hope you’re having a wonderful day and fun evening. Or the other way around, you decide, really. I hope you got loads of useless, stupid presents, that’s what I like on my birthday. Maybe you don’t, maybe you like useful presents, like cheese graters and toothbrushes. I hope not, a birthday where you get cheese graters and toothbrushes...
Dear Eddie. My ear froze the other day. Literally. The weather was alright until three days ago. Now it’s freezing. And I live in the south of France. No one knows how to react to cold weather. On tuesday it started raining a bit, and it was really cold but the rain was alright, they closed all the schools, stopped all the buses, half the shops were closed, I spent hours looking for an open...
Dear Eddie. I spent the night at Julians’ yesterday. We had fun. It was a very good night. You know that feeling you get when it’s cold and raining outside and you’re warm and cosy inside, knowing that you don’t have to go out or do anything, so you just wrap yourself in a huge duvet ? Well, it was like that. That’s what we did, really. And we had tea. On...
Dear Eddie. I don’t know what to say. I didn’t write for a while. But to be honest nothing is going on in my life at the moment. And when I say nothing, I mean nothing. At all. I wake up in the morning, don’t get out of bed, watch movies all day untill I’m tired enough to fall asleep again. The great thing is, now that I’ve seen everything you’ve done,...