So then Paris. Well it started on Thursday night when we went to see Dead Men Walking, an 80s alternative super group with Billy Duffy, Kirk Brandon, Mike Peters and Glen Matlock. Superb night out.
Anyway, next day went v early to Paris. Weather was great and the Hotel was top class. We felt really spoilt. Did some tourist stuff, went to St, Chappelle just around the corner from Notre Dame. Wow. Ive never seen so much stained glass.
That night went out in Bastille. It seems to have become trendy, not that dissimilar from Camden/Islington. Anyway we had cool meal, met some groovy people in a Che bar and then finally got back to the hotel at 4am
Sat was cool as we went to our favourite street Market at St Ouer. Had a look round Sacre Coeur later then out on the beers to Pigalle.
Considering that I lived in Paris once for a short time, it seems wierd that Ive never done the night-time in Pigalle. Well to cut a long story short we ended up in a live Show.
How bad was it? Unbelievable. I know we were pissed, I know we should have know better but even we thought that It would be a laugh. All we wanted was for some girl do her strip and wiggle in front of us while we were getting off with each other. But oh my god, now beauty isnt everything, but lord help me, the woman was just sooooo ugly, she had the sex appeal of Anne Widacombe (if youre not British, trust me, she was gross). The strip was as un-sexual as you could make it all to the tune of Primal Screams Rocks Off. Im sure Bobby Gillespie never envisioned this scenario when he wrote it.
Anyway we left, went back to the hotel, and yes Debby; we watched hard core porn on the TV.
Sunday was a whistle stop round Musee DOrsay. Just found time to do it in a gallery. God knows if theyve got cctv. We only thought about it last night.
Anyway back in London today. God Im depressed. Ive lived twice in France. Why arent I there now?
Anyway, next day went v early to Paris. Weather was great and the Hotel was top class. We felt really spoilt. Did some tourist stuff, went to St, Chappelle just around the corner from Notre Dame. Wow. Ive never seen so much stained glass.
That night went out in Bastille. It seems to have become trendy, not that dissimilar from Camden/Islington. Anyway we had cool meal, met some groovy people in a Che bar and then finally got back to the hotel at 4am
Sat was cool as we went to our favourite street Market at St Ouer. Had a look round Sacre Coeur later then out on the beers to Pigalle.
Considering that I lived in Paris once for a short time, it seems wierd that Ive never done the night-time in Pigalle. Well to cut a long story short we ended up in a live Show.
How bad was it? Unbelievable. I know we were pissed, I know we should have know better but even we thought that It would be a laugh. All we wanted was for some girl do her strip and wiggle in front of us while we were getting off with each other. But oh my god, now beauty isnt everything, but lord help me, the woman was just sooooo ugly, she had the sex appeal of Anne Widacombe (if youre not British, trust me, she was gross). The strip was as un-sexual as you could make it all to the tune of Primal Screams Rocks Off. Im sure Bobby Gillespie never envisioned this scenario when he wrote it.
Anyway we left, went back to the hotel, and yes Debby; we watched hard core porn on the TV.
Sunday was a whistle stop round Musee DOrsay. Just found time to do it in a gallery. God knows if theyve got cctv. We only thought about it last night.
Anyway back in London today. God Im depressed. Ive lived twice in France. Why arent I there now?
vicky:
I knew it! You filty deviants! A place for art should be treated with respect ya' know! Ok, i'm jealous 