Bonjour mes petits choux ! Comment ca va ? I don't know where all the squiggly bits are on the computer they use in French to display all the accents, so that's probably complete gibberish. What I'm trying to say is Hello my little cabbages! How are ya then, alright? Apparently that's a term of endearment in France, which is where I am. Yesterday, I was in Carcassonne, a stunning walled city, (still there today in fact as we gig here tonight). I mean me, not the city. Actually that's still there as well otherwise we couldn't do the gig. That's a bad start folks, if I were you I'd turn off my set now.
I was so reassured that the French haven't changed, even though they seem to lurve le Kebab and Le Beurgeur King. I was trying to pass some people talking on the pavement. They were taking up all the space, even though they didn't have to. Would they move ? Would they bollocks. Ah, I thought that's getting there. Then I went for lunch and the restaurant toilet was filthy and stinking. Last night I went to see Depeche Mode. They were awful. The crowd loved them. I knew then I shouldn't have worried. The French haven't changed at all. God I love this country. I do, really.