Paris 2001

Lost count of how many times I've said it's good to be in Paris again. What was I doing here? Well Ms Wendy and the gregarious cast and crew of the Jump Street School Of Performing Arts had been strutting their stuff in Italy - many awards were won. She got me on the blower and said "Hey Luv, I'll be in Paris on the ..." and before you could say Roger The Frog I had a plane ticket and a booking to kip once again on the scary fold out green thing at Rue St Martin. Not many elephunks this time.

Boydo, as expected, was a great host and tour guide. Ol' Shand, Sylvie and Naomi hosted us for a wonderful luncheon in Dampierre-en-Yvelines. Roger The Frog was well worth a revisit and I was introduced to Stolly's, a bar that copes with grappling in moderation.

Totally new to my Parisian experience was the concept of being heavily armed for all domestic chores. At least the dunny was well-behaved this time so I didn't have to empty a few rounds in its direction. "Just keep that gun away from the window." - wise advice from Boyd given the Gendarmes on the prowl. The Beretta was essential in dealing with the azerty keyboard on the couchdog.

Unfortunately I didn't carry the cam around nearly enough but I did get a few shots and I caught Boyd making noise.

And of course, as is customary, here are all the pics.