Paris is the shiznit!!! I just got back this
evening…wow I thought that it was going to be a fun weekend but HOT
DOG it was great…Re-rewind, the crowd say BO SELECTA…

So Friday night me and Joss both worked, finished at 2.45am and went
back to his place (it’s easier for the tram in the morning). Anyway we
couldn’t get to sleep so we stayed up and studyed a bit of 4:20 with
some guys on his corridor before finally sleeping at 4.30am. Big
mistake. We woke up at 6.30am to go to Paris and OH MY GOD I’ve never
felt so bad in all my life. On the train I was dead dead dead. Anyway
we got there at 11am ish and it was time to go to some Parisian caf�s!!!

We hung out in our friend Ali’s house (which is so sweet by the way)
for a while before going to the rugby match (the reason we went i nthe
first place) Munster v Stade Francais.

I’ve never seen a rugby match, and this one was (by all accounts)
pretty good, even though I didn’t understand it all and it wasn’t
totally gripping (the view was shit)…but anyway we invaded the pitch
at the end (of course - we’re british you know (except the irish fans
of course he he he)) and stole someone’s hat (it’s a filthy red Munster
cap if you want it back) and George the whining drunken Irish
kneecapped a poor security guard on the way onto the pitch (he did
deserve it however)…Whatever, good fun…

On the way back to Ali’s place we stole some kebabs from street
vendors…I have no excuses (except that they let you drink throughout
French rugby matches - oh dear me)…

That night Ali’s room mate Ben cooked us all pizza before we hit the
town…and Paris by night (TM Rupert) is amazing. The bars are so cool,
every single one looked like you could easily spend all night in
there…just so sweet. We ended up going to this kinda Spanish joint
called ‘Some Girls Bar’ first of all….really nice and cozy….then to
a bar called ‘Wax’ which had a cool DJ in and more great
atmosphere….then to a gay club (by accident) which was actually quite
horrendous….then to Ali’s girlfriend’s appartment which is absolutely
breathtakingly ace (and for less dough than Cryfield per week -
AAAGGHHH!!!!)…then home via taxi at 4.30am. Great…

Early start the next day (12pm for shopping in the Jewish quarter (I
kid you not)). This was a really swanky area with some really good
quality shops and caf�s…it was a world away from Ali’s area which was
more Asian influenced (the Jewish area being…erm…Israeli influenced
I suppose)…anyway it was great. We met one of Joss’s old school
friends and had a coffee in another cool caf� and then more browsing,
followed by dinner in a great restaurant (I’ll have the duck please)
before……….PARIS ST GERMAIN v NANCY in the French League Cup. Parc
des Princes. 1-1 after full time. 1-1 after extra time - PENALTIES!!!!
We couldn’t have asked for more. Plus the crowd went home happy (PSG
won) and thus we didn’t get stabbed on the tube home. A quiet night
after that (it was Sunday) and then today shopping…I bought a Diary
(for planning my life), two manga comics (Dragonball (the original
series, 1984) and the coolest one ever…Slam Dunk!…about a high school basketball team in Japan. Great stuff for the journey home.

Oh yeah, last Friday I bought some navy blue Nike Air Tremble trainers and a blue shirt. �40 and �2 respectively.

I’ll probably reveal more in the days to come, but suffice to say I
have had such a great weekend. And I finished my essay on the train
home! And I typed it up tonight! Great great great…

So Joss and I lined up these two gorgeous Mexican girls
to come to the bar tonight - great….they didn’t show. But we had a
backup plan - these two gorgeous American girls - great….they didn’t
show. So…we had no other backups.

But it was a cool night, had a lot of fun, time is passing really
quickly at the moment…Gayle is going away soon. I’ll miss her.

…a day makes. 24 little hours…

Please.
I think today was quite a pivotal day. For one, it was a great
day…what did I do? First of all, I woke at 2pm after a good long
sleep, although I felt a bit hung over (I don’t know why either coz I
didn’t go out yesterday much, maybe it is a cold I’m getting ANYWAY…)
and I went into town (after paying my rent - they sent me a letter
today saying that if I didn’t pay it today I would be evicted - the
joke is that there was no reason why I didn’t pay other than that I
forgot. Doh!) to have a coffee…but Joss was nowhere to be seen!
The
problem was that he had an exam - I didn’t, and I was left to fend for
myself. Luckily I bumped into Ruaidhri (or Ruadihri, I can’t remember -
It’s pronounced RORY anyway…) and we had a coffee, I watched as his
friends had a spliff (in the dodgiest of car parks in the whole of
France) and then went to the Boite a Sardines for another drink
(nice…). Joss arrived and more beverages followed, which leas to the
promise of an evening meal at J’s before going out. We bought some
great steak (mmmmmmmmmmmmmm) and potatoes (for J’s speciality (s)mashed
spuds) and went to his place.
Then it happened.
Into J’s hall
walked a tall, tanned, beautiful girl. Her name is Kale (I think,
pronounced Kay-la) and she’s Mexican. And she’s gorgeous. We started
chatting, we invited her into the kitchen for a chat, she relaxed a
bit, we played cards, drank…..did I mention she’s gorgeous?
Anyway….she’s coming out with us tomorrow night so we will see….

Then we went to Notre Dame for a quick drink, only to find the
beautiful Dutch girl Lotte ready for a chat, and a new group of
Americans who seemingly needed to be chatted up (I am such a
loser)…anyway THEY’re coming in tomorrow as well (it’s really shaping
up to be a BaNgEr!!!).

I can’t wait!

ps, I have an exam tomorrow. Shit.

pps, Tony the Playboy is going to buy a house. Amazing. He’s younger than me! Playboy Mansion baby….

HHH won the Royal Rumble.
My beard is gone.
My phone is back.
My new life begins…
…tomorrow.

The dream continued today…

I was robbed this evening. Robbed of two hours of my life by a film so
boring that I would have prefered to watch Man U win a football
match…The travesty in question is called The Others
and stars Nicole Kidman who seems to have lost the ability to act. I
can’t even be bothered to summarise(sp?) or anything, if you’re
interested go have a look at the site (I’m sure it’s better than the
fucking film)…

ANYWAY, things of note….I’m going to go to Paris on Saturday
hopefully to watch some weird Irish team called Munster play
rugby…should be interesting (apart from the two hours watching the
match)…I have to find Dominique’s e-mail address to we can hook up
(not like that) in town…

Also I got my Qu’ran back (I leant it to someone who thought he might
be converted but then he decided Budhism is the true way…Each to his
own I guess).

It’s great to miss a few of CRZ’s wrestling recaps just so you can sit down and read 4 in a row!!! Grand (phrase TM George the Whining Bar Pissing Irish).

Tuesday. Snowboarding. Maybe.