I must admit that I don't just sit about in front of my computer all day. Every now and again I treat myself to a night out in Paris and this is the result. Thanks to everyone (Sam) for ensuring the evidence is recorded in such clarity :(

Of course all this action comes at a price (to my neighbour) who has complained in writing. click here for complaint #1 and here for #2

Traffic light disco.

Lizard Lounge with Steph shortly before she stopped talking to me.

Less said the better I think.

Nothing wrong with the UK!

Do I make you horny baby? Do I?

Bombardier with Azar.

Wine tasting in Potre de Versailles.

Sam catches me practicing my French on anyone who will listen (Full on Freudian with the bottle of wine [NOT open!])

Me and Fabian after the French kicked our asses at the Rugby. I think his expression sums up the Fench feelings.

Dancing in Porte D'Amsterdam

Finally Sam caught me on the night bus. Next stop dreamsville!

Work as usual in the Crazy Violin.

In the Indiana challenging the Iceberg to a game of pool.

Flower power in Oberkampf.

Those all important stretches before a big game make all the difference after.

Maintaining Ango-Peruvian relations in Le Cretoy.

Maintaining Ango-Peruvian relations in Bar 3.

Nice try?

Nice handbag?

Niysh one!