Yes Sir Boss

As you might have expected, our first show in Paris began with wine tasting. It was not as glamorous as it sounds. We were in the back of a hot van with no windows swerving dangerously around trying not to spill everything. We arrived at the hotel and went out for dinner with our guides, Christine and Christoph. It had been a long day of travel so after dinner we retired to our hotel rooms, where the strip lighting was so intensely illuminating that we would have been wise to wear sun block.
After waking up baking hot and sprawled around the room like huge pink Iguanas, we took cold showers and set off to be with the city.

Paris is every bit as beautiful and romantic as you would imagine it to be. Much of it survived the war unscathed leaving it in a preserved state of untouched loveliness. There is unity and consideration in the architecture and in the gaps between the buildings, below open shutters and blooming window boxes, the streets buzz with people working, walking, smoking and eating. We had a wonderful day of sight seeing interrupted only by the episodes of the terror French roundabouts inflict upon you. It seems that along with Somalia and the Internet, French roundabouts remain one of the few lawless places left on Earth and I can only assume they were designed by a murderer. After visiting the Eiffel Tower, the Arc Du Triumph it was time to sound check and then gig.

The show was well received and the evening a huge success.
‘In Paris people don’t dance and they don’t encore,’ I was told by a man after the show, ‘but for you they did both.’
We spent the rest of the evening drinking explosive bottles of Champagne, courtesy of the house thank you very much, and enjoying being on a terrace under the stars in gay Pari. We did eventually make it back to the hotel where Matt fell asleep on the floor between his two beds fully clothed and Tom Lad, in a confused and fuzzy state, managed to walk out into the hallway believing it to be the toilet. He was let back in to his room by reception wearing nothing but his underpants.

So all in all Paris was amazing and I think we have all returned home feeling very lucky to have such incredible jobs and hugely excited about the next adventure. We don’t know what it is but as long as we’re all together it’s bound to be tres bon.