Last night, I crashed into the Wild Geese, your typical overseas « Irish Pub », located on the ground floor of an anonymous office building in the European district. I've been drawn there about four times but I always felt like half of the people in there were completely desperate. A perfect depiction of this feeling can be found in « Extension du domaine de la lutte », one of the most thought provoking book I've read and movie I've seen.

The most dramatic place in the pub is that small dancefloor packed with butt ugly girls wearing expensive clothes, peeped at by testosterone-sweating, obviously single males with more cash than actual sex-appeal. As no interaction occur, people occasionally pull their mobiles out of their pockets and frantically press some buttons just to pretend that they're so cool that their numerous friends spend their whole saturday night sending them messages.

Everytime I went to the Wild Geese, It has been an incredible social experience for me, this place is so full of would-be MILFs, nerdy expats, good looking gigolos of various mediteranean descent and Pat Bateman neverwases in eurocrat suits...