I’ve told this story before, but it never fails to amuse me. Strap in, boys and girls: it’s time to learn about that time in pre-Revolutionary France where bleeding from your anus was a fashion statement.
In early 1685, King Louis XIV of France developed a fistula: a small channel near his anus, resulting in great pain. Fistulas, much like the Wu Tang Clan, ain’t nothin’ to fuck with. Eventually the pain got so bad that he couldn’t ride a horse, sit for long periods (which is kind of important when you’re a king) or even make a bowel movement without regretting it immensely. The normal remedies were applied; enemas and poultices from morning until night, with zero effect. Louis decided, ‘You know what? Fuck it. Let’s go down the surgical route.’
Unfortunately for Louis, at the time there was no surgical route. He hired a surgeon barber named Charles-François Felix and asked him to fix him. Not entirely stupid — and not willing to risk fucking up a novel surgery on the king of France — Felix requested six months to practice, which he did on prisoners. Live prisoners. Live, healthy prisoners — sometimes as many as four a week, in an era where antiseptics and anaesthetics didn’t exist. The success rates were about as you’d imagine — although at least some of the prisoners survived — and eventually Felix felt confident enough to perform the surgery on the king.
And it worked! Within three months, the king was riding his horse like nothing had happened, and Felix was the talk of the town. People were desperate to emulate the king so badly that people who were entirely healthy would pay Felix to perform the surgery on them, and those less willing to suffer (or at least, less willing to pay) would fake having the surgery, wearing bandages known as le royale to mimic the king and pretend that they too were cool and with it… even though ‘with it’ meant suffering from a painful condition of the anus.
A country known for its laissez-faire attitude to nudity, France already boasts stacks of beaches, campsites and pools that can be enjoyed in the nude.
But now, Paris has opened its first-ever naked restaurant where diners can bare all while tucking in to dinner, Le Parisien reports.
Aptly named O’naturel, the restaurant opened to the public on Friday after a successful private dinner reserved exclusively for the Paris Naturist Association on Thursday.
Cocaine with a street value of up to 50 million euros (£42m) has been discovered at a Coca-Cola plant in France.
The drug, hidden in bags among a delivery of orange juice concentrate, arrived in a container from South America.
An investigation is under way in Signes, a village in southern France.
The seizure of 370kg of cocaine makes it one of the largest finds on French soil.
The prosecutor of Toulon, Xavier Tarabeux, said the delivery “has a street value of 50 million euros” and referred to it as “a very bad surprise”.
Employees at the Coca-Cola plant have been ruled out of any involvement as investigators attempt to trace the origin of the drug.
“The first elements of the investigation have shown that employees are in no way involved,” Jean-Denis Malgras, the regional president of Coca-Cola, told local news website Var-Matin.
The original Coca-Cola formula, created in 1886 by US pharmacist John Pemberton, is believed to have contained traces of cocaine derived from coca leaf extract.
Well it wasn’t called ‘coca-cola’ for nothing; was supposed to be a mix of coca leaf extract and kola nut extract…
Firefighters rushed to tackle what seemed to be a blaze at the imposing basilica in Lisieux, northern France – only to find that it was a giant swarm of flying ants.
A local resident had raised the alarm after seeing “smoke” apparently billowing from the church roof.
Police also rushed there on Wednesday.
Laurent Boivin at the town’s centre for emergencies said “we quickly identified the cloud as flying insects”. “We had feared a big fire inside the basilica.”
He told the BBC: “It was sheer coincidence that the ants chose to swarm above the basilica.”
TOULOUSE (FRANCE) (AFP) –
A woman was arrested in France Tuesday after she waltzed into a police station, put three bags of cocaine on the counter and asked officers on duty to test its quality.
It was around 5:00 am in the southwestern city of Toulouse when police officers were confronted with the strange request from a known 45-year-old drug user.
A police source said the woman went to the main police station and placed the bags — two containing cocaine powder and one crack cocaine — on the counter.
Asked why she did so, the woman replied: “so that officers at reception could test it” and that “she wanted to know if it was good quality as she didn’t want people to die of an overdose.”
The woman was taken into custody and a court ordered her to attend a hearing in January.
Perhaps she read Depoetic’s answer, here.
Peugeots, Renaults and Citroëns drive down the road. ATMs spit out euros. The French flag snaps crisply in a strong west-Atlantic Ocean breeze. And it’s all just 25 kilometres from Newfoundland.
A small Paris-area village is experiencing a mixture of bemusement and cultural shock, as it’s overrun by hordes of wallabies, thousands of kilometers away from their native Australia.
The origins of this European village transformation are far less mystical than it seems at first, however. A nearby nature reserve was set up decades ago, in the village of Emance, some 70km southwest of Paris.
These smaller relatives of kangaroos at one point decided that they weren’t OK with the border restrictions and then broke through (or jumped over) the wire fence, as evidence indicates.
This was back in the 1970s. Since then, the population had apparently found the climate very favorable and similar to their home in Tasmania, because they’ve been multiplying at a steady rate. According to AFP, researchers now put the population at 100, although one forester puts the estimate closer to 150. That’s quite an achievement, seeing as the wallaby’s lifespan is only about 15 years.
Perplexed locals had been questioning people if they might be “high” after being asked “have you seen that kangaroo?” according to grocer Marylene, from the neighboring Hermeray, who recalls an incident last June.
Reports indicate that some of the wallabies have migrated as far as 40km from Emance, to neighboring villages and forests.
50-year-old Sayagh Jacques has a rather unusual hobby for a homeless man – bodybuilding. Although he’s been living on the streets of Paris for years, he hasn’t let his homeless status stop him from training harder than most people, and maintaining his six pack abs. I suppose it goes to show that if you’re really passionate about something, you can make it happen under any circumstances.
Jacques has no qualms about working out right in the middle of the street. When people give him money, he doesn’t use it to smoke or drink. Instead, he tries to eat specific foods that will help him gain muscle. He’s also managed to procure a few pieces of makeshift equipment – a cable and a few ropes – that he ties to lamp poles and park fences. He uses these to do basic bodyweight exercises like pull ups, push ups, pullovers and rows.
GESVRES, France, Nov. 26 (UPI) — A French inventor says pills he developed to make bodily gases smell like chocolate were inspired by a particularly flatulent meal with friends.
Christian Poincheval, 65, of Gesvres, said his Lutin Malin — or Crafty Imp — line of pills can make a customer’s bodily gases smell like chocolate, roses or violets.
Poincheval developed the chocolate scent specially for Christmas.
The website selling the products bills the pills as “The Father Christmas fart pill that gives your farts the scent of chocolate.”
“It’s a nice present for the festive season,” Poincheval told The Local. “There will be a real need for these pills over Christmas.”