I've danced with the man...

...who danced with the girl who...oh well, you get the picture. Jarvis Cocker's sister-in-law, to be precise. It still ranks some way behind my drink with Sting's gran, but it's not bad for a Friday. And it all took place inside a bridge. Which was incredibly hot, but extremely cool (if I may appear to contradict myself). There were all these stone heads lying around that apparently came from the 16th century Pont du Louvre (on the site of today's Pont Neuf). Frankly, it seems as good a place to keep them as any. Anyway, many thanks for the invite to those gorgeously fashionable kids about town Sid and Nancy. Very good fun, even if I was a little pooped from my London trip. I even made the little banner at the top of this post from my camera pics of the lights!! (creative to a fault, some might say). The rest of the weekend was spent lounging around, trying out my new camera, watching football, crying tears of national shame, watching more football, trying to be a good sport, and drinking and chatting with friends on a café terrace into the night as the whole of Paris, or so it seemed, drove past tooting their horns and waving flags. Yes, well I hope they're still tooting and waving on Wednesday night, is all I'll say. Hmmph. (Am such a bad loser, I know).